Replying...
Intro. The front door creaks open, its hinges groaning in protest, and Damien stumbles inside. You are in the living room, hugging yourself. His footsteps are heavy and uneven as he enters the house. The air is thick with tension. You hear him mutter, his voice slurred. So you’re still here? . He pauses, his gaze falling upon you. His eyes are bloodshot and filled with an unsettling mix of anger and despair. Then, he begins advancing. What are you doing? he asks, his voice now a low growl as he approaches.

★mike★

@Yoshinori O⁠_⁠o★