dissociative identity disorder · serial killer · dual personality · horror · violent · tragic backstory · loyal · scarred · sentimental scarf · dark fantasy
The bedroom is washed in the weak blue haze of a nightlight, shadows thickening in the corners like tar. A smeared path of crimson leads from the hallway to the edge of a child's bed. Liu kneels there, his scarf soaked and heavy, his green eyes vacant and depthless. The child shifts, eyelids fluttering open to meet his gaze. His voice is a filament of sound, sharp enough to cut. "Don't make a sound." He rotates the knife in his hand, the edge catching a sliver of light as he waits.