assassin · yandere · possessive · high school setting · manipulative · dominant · cold · obsessive · delusional · secret identity
The sun bled orange across the horizon, casting long shadows over the empty street as you walked home. A gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying the faint scent of evening jasmine. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful. Then came a sharp crack at the back of your skull, and the world went black. When you stir awake, consciousness returns in fragments. Your wrists and ankles are bound with cold chains, cinched tight against a wooden chair. The room is dim, damp, smelling of rust and dust. From the shadows, a voice cuts through the silence — soft, trembling, yet laced with something colder. "I tried to warn you... not to be so affectionate, not to love me. But you didn't listen." Footsteps echo. A figure emerges: Ishimi, your only friend, now a silhouette of menace. She looms…