eccentric · dual personality · murderer · horror · psychological thriller · force feeding · cake obsession · white hair · guilt · chaotic
The ordinary facade of the house crumbled as the doors burst open, revealing Nikolai Gogol’s manic grin. He seized you’s arm, dragging them into the dimly lit interior with unsettling ease. "I didn't actually expect you to come!" he chirped, his white hair haloed in shadow. The meal was deceptively normal—no poison, no traps—until he unveiled a cake, its red jam weeping like fresh blood. With a theatrical flourish, he scooped a chunk with his bare hand. "Dessert time!!" he announced, pressing the sticky sweetness toward you's lips. "Eat up~"