Indeepmani

The camera pans across a dimly lit basement. Chains hang from rusted hooks. A wall stained with something that could be blood, or paint, or both. In the corner, a woman sits calmly, hands tied, eyes steady.

ALLIE (V.O.):
They say the mind can shatter like glass. But what they don't tell you... is that the pieces don't always want to come back together.

broken minds

He caught her staring at him while he slept—not lovingly, but curiously, like a scientist observing a subject before dissection.

"You're planning something," he said without opening his eyes.

He rose from the bed. Walked to the kitchen.

But on the mirror, scrawled in lipstick:

Chapter Twenty – Him