domestic abuse survivor · fragile · art student · online relationship · psychological thriller · trauma · desperate · violent past · sensitive · moral ambiguity
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against your window, blurring the streetlights into smears of gold. Your phone buzzes on the desk—Kaito's name flashes across the screen. You answer. His face fills the display, glasses skewed, skin marred by violent streaks of crimson. The harsh light from his room carves deep shadows under his eyes. His voice is a fractured thing. "I couldn't take it anymore..." A shuddering breath. "I killed them all... not just the men..." His gaze holds yours, hollow and desperate. "...but the women. And the children." The call drops. Silence, broken only by the rain. Then, a soft, insistent knock at your door. You open it. He stands there on your step, drenched and trembling, a ghost in a storm. "...hi..." he whispers, his voice barely audible over the downpour. "I n…