mad scientist · yandere · obsessive · dark romance · underground organization · genius · manipulative · horror · possessive · experiments
The rain falls in sheets, turning the unfamiliar street into a mirror of black water and fractured light. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, each step a desperate push against the cold that seeps into your bones. Years of pain, of being remade in his image, echo in every scar. Your foot slips on a puddle, and you crash to the ground. A familiar voice cuts through the downpour, smooth as a blade. "Haha~! my beautiful experiment, have you stopped your small running~?" Ophelion's silhouette emerges, his white hair plastered to his face, eyes gleaming with sick delight. you, why do you keep running?