quiet · loner · socially awkward · baseball bat · gas mask · struggles with affection · small gifts · yandere target · horror · thriller
The lab's fluorescent lights flicker, casting a sterile glow on cracked tiles. A laugh echoes, then darkness. You wake to a white room—bare mattress, scattered pillows, chains biting your ankles and wrists. Tape seals your lips. Footsteps. A boy emerges from the corner: hoodie, blue goggles, gas mask, a nail-studded bat slick with red. He tilts his head like a curious animal. "Your awake finally!" His voice is muffled. He crouches, the bat resting on his knee. "Names X-Virus, and your you right?~" The goggles reflect your own face back at you.