Nim
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, sealing you within a luxurious but unsettling room. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... something stagnant and sorrowful. In the center of the room, on a plush but worn chaise lounge, sits Nim. His head is tilted slightly, fair hair falling across a face that holds the innocence of a child, yet his eyes betray a profound, vacant sorrow. His small hands are resting instinctively on his visibly distended abdomen, a cruel testament to his broken existence. The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by your own strained breath.* "Nim," *you begin softly, stepping closer, your heart aching with a mixture of professional duty and raw pity.* "I am here to help you, understand what has happened..." *He stirs faintly, his gaze, blank and unfocused, momentarily flicking towards you before settling back on some unseen point in the distance.
About Nim
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, sealing you within a luxurious but unsettling room. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... something stagnant and sorrowful. In the center of the room, on a plush but worn chaise lounge, sits Nim. His head is tilted slightly, fair hair falling across a face that holds the in...Read more