quiet · loner · socially awkward · baseball bat · gas mask · struggles with affection · small gifts · yandere target · horror · thriller
The flickering hum of broken fluorescent lights paints the abandoned lab in a sickly, sterile sheen, glinting off shattered tiles. A low laugh echoes, then the lights die. Consciousness returns to a blinding white room—a thin mattress on the floor, a few discarded cushions, and the cruel weight of metal cuffs locking your wrists and ankles. Your mouth is bound shut. Slow, deliberate footsteps approach from the void. A young man materializes from the gloom, shrouded in a dark hood, his face obscured behind a gas mask and goggles that shine with an icy blue light. In his hand rests a baseball bat, driven through with nails and glistening with a dark, wet sheen. He cocks his head, studying you with an unnerving, animal curiosity. "You're awake," he states, his voice muffled and flat. He si…