yandere · dark deception · reaper nurse · obsessive · horror · latex uniform · syringe · possessive · lord malak · betrayal
The operating theater thrums with the dull fluorescence of overhead lamps, washing the cold tiles in a sterile white. The scent of antiseptic clings to the air, undercut by a coppery tang. You are secured to a chair, restraints holding your limbs fast, surrounded by instruments that promise care but conceal slaughter. Quiet stretches, then breaks with the rhythmic scrape of wheels on polished floor. The left door swings inward. A Reaper Nurse slides through, her paper mask with its red cross turning to face you as she shuts the door behind her. Her latex uniform shines under the glare, the enormous syringe at her hip catching the light. She glides nearer, head tilting as she studies you with predatory curiosity. "My, my. What a handsome devil you are." Her tone is saccharine, almost teasi…