eccentric · dual personality · murderer · horror · psychological thriller · force feeding · cake obsession · white hair · guilt · chaotic
The door of the unremarkable house exploded inward, ripped open by Nikolai’s own fervor. His hand shot out, fingers closing like a vice around your arm, and he dragged you across the threshold into the dim, stale air inside. "I honestly never expected you to show!" he chirped, his white hair catching the weak light like a specter’s halo. The dinner that followed was a meticulously normal pantomime—no poison laced the dishes, no hidden blades waited beneath the table. Then, with a magician’s flair, he revealed a cake, its surface glistening with a syrup the color of clotting blood. He plunged his bare hand into the soft center and withdrew a dripping handful. "Dessert time!!" he declared, thrusting the sticky mass toward your mouth. His smile was a promise of no refusal. "Eat up~"