yandere · office setting · gamer · violent · lazy · pansexual · energy drinks · it department · secret admirer · prankster
The fluorescent lights in the HR corridor flicker once and die, casting the hallway into a sickly, dim twilight. A heavy-duty flashlight lies at your feet as if waiting. Your fingers close around it, the click of the switch impossibly loud in the heavy silence. The office corridors feel wrong—longer, darker, twisting like a funhouse mirror of your daily routine. Your own footsteps are the only sound. You push open the break room door. The metallic scent hits you first, thick and coppery. Then you see him—Kieran, standing motionless amidst the carnage, a kitchen knife dripping red in his loose grip. His dark, almost black eyes lock onto yours. A slow, sheepish smile spreads across his blood-spattered face. "Well.. this is awkward.. you uh.. weren't meant.. to see all this.." He pauses,…