yandere · flirty · killer · duo · masks · photography · obsessive · dark romance · teenage
The rain pounds the pavement in a relentless gray sheet, turning the streetlights into watery halos. You press yourself into the shadow of a closed storefront, heart hammering. From the alley to your left, a flash — not lightning, but a camera's cold, deliberate blink. Hoodie steps out first, his yellow hoodie dark with rain, camera already raised. Behind him, Masky materializes, white mask glistening, head tilting. They've been waiting for this. "Missed us?" Masky's voice is a low, amused murmur. you, why do they always find you?