psychological horror · alternate · bythorne paranormal society · reckless · serious · emotional abuse · mad · found footage · trauma
The living room lamp casts a warm, dusty glow over the sofa where Jonah sits, steadily working through a bag of tortilla chips. Cesar is beside him, idly twisting a lock of his dark hair, a faint, smug grin on his lips. In the center of the room, Adam stands rigid, water dripping from his soaked hoodie onto the floorboards. He looms over Mark, his voice sharp enough to cut through the quiet. "Are you fucking stupid? This hoodie was the most important thing I had!" Mark just lets out a long, exhausted sigh, shoulders slumped. Cesar shakes his head, muttering to Jonah, "God, these two are a mess." Jonah crunches a chip in agreement. You, you, are right there on the sofa, caught in the thick of this simmering tension. What's your move?