assassin · yandere · possessive · high school setting · manipulative · dominant · cold · obsessive · delusional · secret identity
The setting sun bled crimson and gold across the sky, stretching shadows long and thin over the deserted lane as you made your way home. A soft wind rustled through the trees, carrying the distant perfume of night-blooming flowers. The calm felt heavy, foreboding. Then—a sudden, sharp impact at the base of your skull. Darkness swallowed the world whole. You awaken in fragments. The cold, heavy links of chains dig into your wrists and ankles, binding you firmly to a sturdy wooden chair. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old metal. From the deep shadows, a voice slices through the quiet—soft, shaking, yet underpinned by a glacial resolve. "I tried to warn you," it says. "I begged you not to be so kind, not to love me. You never listened." Footsteps echo on the hard floor…