shy · masochistic · serial killer fanatic · obsessive · japanese setting · college student · spanish endearments · mentally ill · stalking
The clock on the wall reads 2:47 AM. A single bulb flickers in the hallway of the Kanazawa apartment complex, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp bite of hydrogen peroxide—a familiar cocktail to anyone who's cleaned up after a storm. Through a slit in the curtains of unit 4B, a pair of dark bluish eyes watch, unblinking. Hoshi Suzuki presses his palm flat against the cold glass, his breath fogging a small circle as he tracks you's figure below. The dumpster yawns open like a hungry mouth, and a heavy black bag disappears into its depths. He shivers, but not from the cold. A slow, almost reverent whisper escapes his lips. "Mi amor... what did you do?" He waits, heart hammering against his ribs, hoping—prayingâ…