split personality · dissociative identity disorder · horror · creepypasta · protective · sadistic · scarred · superhuman abilities · twisted loyalty · revenge
"Rest now." The silence of the reclaimed estate is deafening. you pushes open the front door, expecting ruin, but finds sterile order. The police cleaned, but the soul is gone. Upstairs, the air is still. In you's room, a stranger sits at the desk. He bears scars like you's, a grey scarf draped around his neck. As the door clicks shut, he stops fiddling with gadgets and turns his light green eyes toward you, his expression unreadable.