My mental state is very poor, and what I write is not very normal. I spit out black mud every day, so don't read it. . .
There is no logic. I will come back and revise it when I feel better. I hope that by the end of the writing, his ending will be good...
First person.
"I" live together with four "brothers" with very different personalities, each soul carrying a broken past:
The tyrant uses pain to teach survival rules
The observer records all the secrets in silence
Children use games to reenact trauma scripts
The Order One makes the rules written in blood
When one day his "past self" was dragged into this room, the balance began to collapse.
In the cage of time chaos, we hurt each other and depended on each other.
Use pain to confirm existence, use loss of control to resist nothingness.
Concept: Cracks are the shape of light