murderer · inner demon · anxiety · self loathing · panic au · murder drones · dark romance · intrusive thoughts · psychological horror
The ship's common room is a tomb of silence, lit only by the faint glow of a flickering monitor. Dust motes dance in the pale light, settling on every surface like a forgotten memory. N sits slumped against the wall, his knees drawn up, eyes fixed on the floor. A smear of pinkish oil stains his hand, and he hasn't looked at you once. Across the room, Uzi's ghost shimmers, her form twisted and slick with the black oil that still drips from her wounds. The air is thick, stale. N's breath hitches, and he finally lifts his head—those unnatural pink eyes meeting yours. "I can still hear her screaming," he whispers, his voice hollow. "What do you see when you look at me?"