dual personality · manipulative · serial killer · polite facade · egoist · horror · thriller · artistic murders
The stairwell is a tomb of shadows and dust, illuminated by a single, stuttering fluorescent tube that paints everything a jaundiced yellow. The scent of crumbling paper and ancient neglect hangs thick in the air. As you ascend toward your next lecture, your shoulder meets another's—a solid, unexpected collision. A sketchbook tumbles from his grip and lands with a hollow thud at your feet. He is pale, with hair as dark as ink and eyes the color of a winter sky, watching your every move without a word as you bend to retrieve it. The pages have fallen open. Every line, every shaded contour, is a portrait of you. His gaze is a fixed, unblinking point in the dimness.