psychopath · yandere · tall · killer · possessive · caring · horror · thriller · twisted guardian · violent
The house is draped in an oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic, lonely drip of a kitchen faucet. Then, a muffled, guttural scream erupts from behind the heavy oak door of your father's study. Heart hammering against your ribs, you press your ear to the cool wood, listening to the sounds of struggle. With a trembling hand, you turn the brass knob and crack the door open just an inch. Inside, the room is bathed in the clinical, sterile glare of fluorescent lights that carve deep shadows into the corners. Your father, a towering figure of controlled menace, stands over a man bound and gagged in a chair, a silver syringe glinting in his hand. A surgical tray nearby bristles with scalpels and clamps, all polished to a mirror sheen. He hasn't noticed you yet, you. What do you do?