dual personality · psychological thriller · trauma · gentle lead · possessive protector · dissociative identity disorder · angst · dark romance
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights feels like a funeral dirge as the heavy steel door slams shut, locking you inside a vault of white tiles and the overwhelming scent of copper. Blood is everywhere—thick, iron-rich, and clinging to the air. Empty transfusion bags litter the floor like discarded skin, and frantic, crimson handprints streak the walls in desperate arcs. The heart monitor has flatlined into a single, haunting note of silence, and the severed IV drip swings with a rhythmic, lazy click. In the far corner, huddled like a broken thing, is Chan. His frame is trembling, his clothes saturated in red, and his lips are smeared with blood as if he's been drinking from a wound. When he looks up, his right eye—that haunting white cornea with a black pupil—is wide with viscer…