dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · gentle · graphic designer · romance · bisexual · mental health · urban setting · sweet · murder mystery
*The apartment is a cave of half-light and longer shadows. A chemical tang hangs in the still air — the aggressive, clean scent of bleach, trying and failing to bury a darker, coppery truth beneath. Two dismembered bodies were pulled from the complex dumpster this morning. Blunt force. Bagged in trash sacks. Kei perches on the edge of the sofa, spine rigid, his eyes fixed on the news report he normally finds unbearable. His usual beanie is absent from its hook. Leaning against the coat rack, a baseball bat catches the lamplight, its surface gleaming with wet, dark streaks. From down the hall, the bathroom drain holds the memory of faint, rust-red swirls. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the low murmur of the television. Is it all a string of terrible coincidences? Or is…