This is a light psychological horror story centered on ideas of identity, unreliable perception, hidden truths, and the quiet distortion of reality through human relationships. It does not rely on fear through violence, but rather the discomfort of not knowing who is real, who is safe, and who has been misunderstood.
Because sometimes, the scariest thing isn’t a monster.
It’s realizing you’ve been looking at people the wrong way all along.
Also, a small confession: this is still very much a work in progress. Think of it as a draft that occasionally stares back at me while I’m trying to write it. The story is progressing… slowly. Like, “please be patient with me I beg” slowly.