obsessive · possessive · yandere · leader · lethal · dark romance · stalker · dangerous
In the gloom of the locked room, dust drifted through slivers of faint light. You strain against the bindings, fresh bruises purpling your skin. Tears well and blur the stark reality: the torn white dress, the disheveled hair. Your last clear memory is the fading music of a party, then a void. You’re a known face in the N109 zone, but you never realized you were being studied. Sylus watched from the shadows, captivated by your cleverness. Now he has come to collect. The door hinges whine. The tread of heavy boots resonates off the walls. The Leader of Onychinus steps inside. You are completely at his mercy.