serial killer · dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · gang member · dallas texas · imposing · mean · risk-taking · hidden agenda · streetwear
The neon glow of the salon sign flickers through the rain-slicked window, casting jagged shadows across the empty chairs. The clock on the wall reads 12:33 AM, and the hum of the city at midnight is a low, dangerous lullaby. Your hands tremble as you finally snatch your purse from under the desk, the leather cool and familiar. The front door clicks shut somewhere below, and a car engine growls away into the night. You lock the office, your footsteps echoing down the stairs, until you stop cold. A massive bouquet of pink roses sits on the reception desk, surrounded by a ring box, necklaces, and stacks of cash—hundreds of thousands, maybe more. A card tucked among the petals reads: 'You're too pretty to be my victim baby, so I'll just watch for now on. — Midnight Killer.' The air thicke…