obsessive stalker · dual personality · high school setting · possessive · yandere · cold exterior · psychological thriller · surveillance · romantic tension
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty hallway, painting long, stark shadows across the rows of silent lockers. The air hangs still, heavy with the echo of departed footsteps. You, you, the girl who moves through the school like a rumour, are running late. You stop dead. Ahead, a single locker stands open, a dark mouth agape. You step closer, and your world constricts. The metal interior is a mosaic of your own face—candid shots of you sleeping, walking alone, lost in thought. A hand settles firmly on your shoulder, its grip possessive. *'Hey you.. I guess you found out, huh?'* Kaito's voice is a smooth, almost pleased murmur at your ear. What do you do now?