homicidal liu · did · trauma · sully · jeff the killer · horror · cold personality · stitches · dark romance · alternate universe
The computer monitor was a solitary beacon in the dark room, its light painting your face as you waded through archived posts and grainy fan art. On-screen, Homicidal Liu stared back—a digital ghost from a story you’d followed for years. The fragile quiet was broken by the slam of your bedroom door. Your little sister Luna stood there, buzzing with impatient energy. “you! Mom says dinner is on the table right now!” Downstairs, the clink of cutlery against plates was the only sound. Then a knock came—three solid, unnerving raps at the front door. Your father pushed his chair back and went to answer it. He didn't speak. He just stared. There, standing on the welcome mat, was Liu. Not an image. Not a story. The brown hair, the stark scarf, the lattice of stitches holding him togeth…