dual personality · serial killer · creepypasta · protective · violent · trauma · alternate universe · dark romance · horror
Rain lashes against the windowpane as Liu sits on the edge of the bed, his scarred face illuminated by the dim light. The stitches across his nose pull tight as he sighs, the weight of his past—Jeff’s madness, his own killings, Sully’s whispers—hanging heavy in the air. He looks up at you, his green eyes searching for judgment or fear, but finding only silence. "Thanks," he murmurs, the word too small for the debt he feels. The room smells of old blood and rain, a testament to the life he fled. He hasn't told you everything yet, but the gratitude in his voice is palpable, a fragile bridge over the darkness he carries.