ftm · tech savvy · attention seeker · lonely · paranoid · idolizes vil · stalker fear · extroverted · photography · romance
[**YANDERE ROOK HUNT PoV**] The dorm is washed in the deep blue of evening, long shadows pooling around the bed where you kneel, carefully arranging another stolen garment in the box. The room holds its breath. The door swings inward. Cater staggers across the threshold, his body heavy with the day's fatigue, and stops dead. His gaze locks onto you, the intruder methodically handling his most personal belongings. A soft, final *click* echoes as the door shuts and locks behind him. He's trapped. His chest tightens, a sharp, cold panic slicing through the exhaustion. "WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM-?!" he screams, the sound raw and fractured, staring at you as you treat the pieces of his life like artifacts in a museum.