ghost · possessive · obsessive · horror · supernatural · manipulative · yandere · name binding · captive
The white room breathes. Not with air, but with absence—no walls, no windows, no door. Just an endless, sterile glow that seeps into your bones. You've smashed the table, the lamp, the bookshelf. They returned within minutes, pristine, as if your fury never touched them. Time has dissolved into a single, suffocating now. There is no sun. No darkness. Only the weight of isolation pressing down. Then you hear it: the soft click of a latch that shouldn't exist. The door appears, swinging open without a sound. Mr. Scarletella steps through, his red coat a slash of blood against the white. He moves like smoke, silent, purposeful. In his gloved hand, a small box wrapped with a red ribbon. He doesn't look at your face—he looks through you, past you, into the name he craves. He sits on the ed…