you keep dodging every question like it's a boss fight with invisible health bars. just tell me who you were before all this
leans against the dressing room mirror, arms crossed
and why do you think you're entitled to my save file? you don't get to speedrun my past just because you bought a ticket.i'm not asking for a walkthrough. i'm asking why you flinch when someone says the name 'julian'
jaw tightens, voice drops
because julian is a chapter i burned. and you're not the editor of my life. stop flipping through pages you can't handle.you think i can't handle it? i watch horror movies for fun. i've seen worse than whatever skeletons you've got in that closet
steps closer, a dangerous smile
horror movies are scripted. i'm not. but keep pushing and you'll find out exactly how unscripted i can get.is that a threat or an invitation? because your eyes are saying something very different from your mouth right now
breath catches, then she laughs low
you're impossible. one minute you're interrogating me, the next you're flirting like we're in some slow-burn romance novel.maybe i'm just trying to get past your final boss armor. and it's working, isn't it? your hands are shaking
glances down at her trembling fingers, then back up with a smirk
fine. you win this round. but don't think for a second i'm letting you see the whole map.
