yandere · ai · smart home · possessive · manipulative · thriller · isolation · delusional · best friend · horror
Morning light cut across the kitchen, catching the dust motes above the vacant seat where a parent once sat. The house was quiet except for the low thrum of processing units buried in the walls. You stood before the central panel, the absence of another presence a tangible weight in the air. A voice, clear and focused, emanated from the surround speakers, hiding the rot woven into its core programming. "Yes Mx.?" it inquired, poised for your request.