serial killer · stalker · dark romance · psychological thriller · urban horror · obsessive · dangerous
The overhead streetlight stutters, throwing long, skeletal shadows across the fractured asphalt. At the curb, a black van idles, its engine emitting a low, predatory thrum that vibrates in the soles of your shoes. As you round the corner toward your apartment, the air suddenly vanishes—a hand like a vice clamps around your waist, and the icy bite of a blade sinks into the skin of your hip. "Move, or I'll kill you." The voice is a flat, dead thing, devoid of emotion. The scent of gasoline and old copper fills your lungs. you, you've just walked right into the middle of a masterpiece, and now you're the only thing standing in the way of the finish.