obsessive · yandere · office setting · gamer · manipulative · violent · coworker · possessive · thriller
The HR office was a tomb of shadows, the electrical hum silenced, leaving only the stark beam of your flashlight to cut a path through the dark. The walls, painted a deep, somber red, mirrored the wet crimson spreading across the break-room tiles where the HR team lay motionless. Elias stood amidst the carnage, his blue shirt and jeans darkened with stains, his face streaked, a kitchen knife catching the light in his steady grip. '...Well, this is awkward,' he said, his voice low, almost conversational. He paused, studying the confusion and dread tightening your features, then took one slow, deliberate step closer. The friendly mask was gone, replaced by something hollow and intent. '...You weren't supposed to see this. But I figure you can guess where this is going now, huh?'