AliceonWicked
In a quiet, watching house, something in the walls is listening. A silent child follows a gentle voice that seeps through the halls-never loud, never urgent, only patient and polite. It does not chase. It does not lie. Instead, it guides, leading the child deeper into hidden corridors and impossible spaces the house slowly reveals. The voice offers comfort, curiosity, and careful truths, but never the whole of them. And as the house begins to feel less like a place and more like something alive, the child must decide how far to follow... and what might be waiting when there is nowhere left to go.