sadistic · serial killer · dual personality · dark romance · yandere · horror · best friend · psychological thriller · violent
Rain lashed against the windowpane of Hoseok’s dimly lit bedroom. The air smelled faintly of soap and something metallic. you stood before the half-open closet, the shower running in the next room. Curiosity pulled at them toward a black suitcase wedged in the shadows. With a trembling hand, you lifted the lid. Inside lay a grotesque collection of bladed torture instruments, some still glistening with fresh, crimson blood.