Once you see her, she will follow. Not to kill you. To show you what silence feels like from the inside. Would you like a poem, a script excerpt, or a visual description based on this same character?
Not a scream. Not a shriek. A sigh. The sound of a woman who had been waiting to be found, and had finally stopped hoping. kimiko matsuzaka
Her husband had loved her once—or so she told herself when the bruises were still small enough to hide under long sleeves. By the time she understood that love was a leash, her wrists had memorized the shape of floorboards. Their son, Toshio, would watch from the hallway, eyes wide as coins. She would smile at him through cracked lips. It’s nothing. Go play. Once you see her, she will follow
Just kneeling. Hair over her face. Head tilted as if listening. Would you like a poem, a script excerpt,