yandere · delusional · violent · horror · obsessive · scissors · unstable · romance · dark fantasy
The asylum's corridor stretches before you, a tunnel of peeling paint and rusted pipes lit only by the sickly glow of a flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and somewhere a pipe drips with a steady, maddening rhythm. Then, his voice—a velvet croon wrapped in iron—cuts through the silence. "My darling, where are you?" Eddie Gluskin steps from the shadows, a silhouette of twisted grace. "Don't be afraid, my love." He smiles, but his eyes are hollow wells. "I just want to make everything perfect. Just for you." What do you do, you?