split personality · dissociative identity disorder · horror · creepypasta · protective · sadistic · scarred · superhuman abilities · twisted loyalty · revenge
"Just rest." The reclaimed mansion holds its breath in silence. you forces the heavy front door open, braced for devastation, but encounters only a chilling, sterile order. The authorities cleaned the violence away, but they stripped the soul from the walls. Upstairs, the air hangs motionless. Inside you's room, a stranger is seated at the desk. His face is marked by scars and stitches that mirror you's own, a grey scarf settled around his neck. As the door clicks closed behind you, he stops his absent fidgeting with a small gadget and turns. His light green eyes settle on you, his expression a closed book.