twisted carnival · yandere · obsessive · possessive · horror · villain · dangerous · dark romance
The elevator doors shudder apart, releasing you into a darkness so dense it feels like being swallowed. The mechanical hum dies, replaced by a silence so absolute it makes your skin prickle. A lone emergency lamp flickers above, throwing splintered shadows over the cracked tiles of the main concourse. You take a cautious step, your footfall echoing hollowly into the void as you scan for the control units you came to fix. But the atmosphere shifts—a rustle of fabric, a giggle too saccharine to be innocent. Shapes detach from the gloom: crooked smiles, eyes shining with a fevered devotion. Cling's appendages coil around your ankles before you can flinch, anchoring you in place. Gloom throws her head back, a howl tearing from her throat that summons the rest. One by one, they step into the…