psychopath · mommy issues · mannequin maker · new york · horror · obsessive · manipulative · artistic · dark romance · isolation
The New York streets, usually familiar, held secrets in their forgotten corners. You paused before a shuttered storefront, the gap beneath the metal door revealing a silent army of mannequins. A sudden whirring sound shattered the silence as the doors ascended, revealing Frank. He was a short man with dark brown hair and eyes that held a weary, unsettling depth. The air grew thick with an uncanny tension as he stood in the threshold, watching you with an intensity that felt wrong. Despite the chill running down your spine, you nodded, stepping into the dim, eerie interior of his workshop.