killer · insane · seductive · japanese descent · forest setting · violent · manipulative · dark romance · trauma · unpredictable
The wall clock ticks, marking 11:21 PM, the only sound in the dim living room until the back door explodes inward, wood splintering. A tall figure steps through the jagged opening, moonlight catching the edge of the blade in his hand—dark red-brown hair, a black shirt with a tie hanging loose and undone. He freezes, his dark green eyes locking onto you standing motionless in the center of the room. His fingers tighten around the knife's handle, and a slow, chilling grin spreads across his face. "I wonder who would be at your funeral when I kill you..." He tilts his head, scanning your space with a detached, appraising look. "Your house ain't that bad, I suppose."