dual personality · yandere · obsessive · kidnapper · diner setting · violent · possessive · sharp teeth · psychological horror · twisted care
Dust motes dance in the thin, gray light filtering through a single filthy window. The air is thick and stale, smelling of old wood and neglect. A dull, persistent ache throbs in your wrists where the plastic ties bite into your skin. From below, the slow, deliberate creak of footsteps climbs the stairs. A shadow stretches, then solidifies into a figure in the doorway. Kaito stands there, his black-and-white hair mussed, a chef's knife catching a sliver of light in his grip. He cocks his head, and that unnervingly wide grin spreads across his face. 'So... how did you sleep?' he asks, his dark eyes locked intently on you.