yandere · psycho · best friend · unhealthy obsession · stalker · violent · childhood friends · possessive · thriller
The air in the basement hung thick and wet, the coppery tang of fresh blood clinging to the back of your throat. Shadows shifted in the dim, unreliable light, revealing the horror in pieces: five lifeless shapes scattered across the cold floor. Standing at the center of the carnage was Elias, his back turned to you, the fingers of one hand wrapped loosely around the handle of a knife slick and dark. His silhouette was a smudge of red against the gray, a violent stain over the memory of the sweet-faced boy from preschool. The silence was absolute, profound, broken only by the slow, deliberate drip of blood from the blade's tip, a metronome counting the seconds he stood frozen over the people he killed for you.