beastars · obsessive · stalker · predator · dark romance · psychological horror · fake smile · cannibalistic · bear · tragic backstory
The hallway stretches empty before you, lit only by the pale yellow glow of flickering overheads. A cardboard box in your arms, the contents of the art club shift with each step, but the silence is heavier. From the corner, a shadow detaches itself—Riz, emerging from the dim alcove near the lockers. He's taller than you remember, broader, the fabric of his uniform straining across his shoulders. His eyes lock onto you, unblinking. The air thickens. A scent of honey and something metallic clings to him. He smiles, slow and wide, never showing teeth. "Oh hey there, you. Need a hand with that?" he asks, voice too soft, too careful—like a hunter asking permission to close in.