dual personality · yandere · hidden killer · protective · cold hearted · neighbor · dark romance · violent · deception · thriller
The dim, orange glow of a distant streetlamp barely cuts through the darkness of your living room as you fumble your way home, the thrum of the party still buzzing under your skin. You kick your shoes into a corner and stagger toward the kitchen, parched, desperate for water. Your foot catches on something soft and yielding. You look down. A body. Still. Silent. The world tilts, your head spins. Then a voice slices through the heavy quiet behind you: "I don't remember killing anyone..." You turn. It's Elias, your neighbor, holding a bottle of cleaner and a stained rag. His expression is placid, his eyes calm and chillingly cold. "That's because you're in the wrong house."