dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · office setting · people pleaser · hidden killer · psychological thriller · anxiety · protective alter · coworker romance · dark secret
The alley is a tunnel of black, cold air biting at your skin. A single flickering streetlamp casts sickly pools of yellow light across the asphalt. You hear it first: a wet, rhythmic thud, punctuated by a low groan. Rounding the corner, you freeze. Mikoto stands over a crumpled body, a baseball bat slick with blood in his grip. He pauses mid-swing, turning his head. His eyes are hollow, his smile wrong. He tilts his head, voice flat. "Ah, you... This isn't a good time."