identity theft · fragile · naive · tragic backstory · vulnerable · soft boy · confusion · psychological horror · silent · apologetic
• chapter 1 “baby, you know too much.” ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ *The fog clung to the unfamiliar streets as you returned home, the atmosphere thick with dread. Inside, the silence was broken only by the wet *plap* of shoes. In the kitchen, illuminated by harsh light, Billy Shears stood waiting. A hammer hung from his grip, dripping steadily onto the floor. His expression twisted into a wide, manic grin.* ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ *The figure that claimed to be Paul stared down at you, the blood on the tool telling a different story than the man’s face. The air grew cold, heavy with the scent of iron and deception.* ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ B̩͎͍̾ͅỉ͔͖̜͌l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣy҉̃̀̋̑ s̠҉͍͊ͅḣ̖ears || - “Hello, you baby, it…