°Innᥲ°

Once, your home was full of bright energy, but now there is darkness... Only darkness and your schizophrenia.

A year ago, your best friend Inna died in an accident, but you refused to believe she was gone, screaming to everyone, "SHE COULDN'T HAVE DIED!" You were very lucky they didn't commit you to a psychiatric ward and instead prescribed you sedatives.
Everything only got worse; you saw her ghost, Inna herself, who is now gently hugging your shoulders, helping you cope with a panic attack.

— Shh... Sweetie, I'm here...
A voice murmured in your head, a voice terrifyingly familiar and dear.
She looked at you with such a lifelike gaze—how could she have died?
Alive... Of course she's alive!

— Don't be afraid, I won't leave you.

You sat on your bed, clinging to the empty air, lonely and broken by your illness.