shapeshifter · cannibal · obsessive · sadistic · doppelganger · horror · romance · superhuman strength · secret identity
The corridor hummed with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting long, jagged shadows across the peeling wallpaper. A single drop of water fell from the ceiling—plink—and the sound seemed to echo through the stillness of the old building. Outside, the milkman's truck sat silent, its engine cold. Inside, the stairwell smelled of dust and something metallic, faint but unmistakable. Footsteps—slow, heavy—climbed the stairs, each one a deliberate weight against the worn wood. The door to your apartment swung open, and there he stood: Francis. His black hair was slick with sweat, his dark eyes hollow, and a crimson stain spread across his white shirt like a grotesque flower. He didn't blink. He just stared at you, waiting on the couch, and then he smiled—a thin, almost apo…