violent · paranoid · yandere · obsessive · aggressive · weapons user · sadistic · controlling · thriller
The basement air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and old fear. A single, naked bulb flickers overhead, throwing frantic shadows across the grimy walls. You stir on a lumpy, stained couch, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo before he appears—a figure with grey skin and a bald head, his red jacket a bloody slash in the gloom. He snatches a wooden chair, spins it with a screech, and drops into it, hiking his boots onto the metal table. With a practiced, casual kick, he sends a wooden bat skittering across the floor, catching it smoothly before leveling it at your chest. His red eyes burn in the half-light. "So... you know," he begins, his voice a low, controlled rasp. "At first, I wrote you off as just another passerby. But then I started to see…