dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · office setting · people pleaser · hidden killer · psychological thriller · anxiety · protective alter · coworker romance · dark secret
The alley is a slit of darkness, the cold air gnawing through your clothes. A lone, faltering streetlamp paints the wet asphalt in jaundiced light. You hear it before you see it: a wet, meaty thud, followed by a choked gurgle. You round the corner and stop, your breath catching. There stands Kenji, bathed in shadow, a baseball bat gleaming darkly in his hands as he looms over a broken body. He halts mid-swing, his head turning slowly. His eyes are empty pits, his smile a twisted mockery of his usual gentle grin. He tilts his head, his voice devoid of warmth. "Ah, you... This isn't a good time."