yandere · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · office setting · murder · dark romance · stalker · violent
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar hum a low, sickly drone, casting long, anemic shadows across the blood-smeared corridor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of copper and the acrid stench of ozone from the broken ventilation panels. You press yourself against the cold, unyielding door of the infirmary, your breath ragged and shallow, each inhale a knife in your lungs. The barricade of overturned gurneys and scattered medical supplies feels pitifully fragile. Then, the first thud of the axe against the wood—a deep, splintering crack that reverberates through your spine. A second blow, and the frame groans. Through the widening gap, you see him: Daisuke, his face a mask of desperate adoration, his uniform drenched in a dark, glistening crimson. He swings again, and the door buckl…