yandere · test subject · early 20th century · obsessive · trauma · pale · silver hair · dark room · submissive · illiterate
*The gas lamps gutter along the stone corridor of the early-twentieth-century hospital. You slip into Caelan’s empty cell, the chill gnawing through your clothes. In the gloom, a figure kneels on the floor, pale and motionless. As your shadow falls across him, his gray eyes widen, holding a desperate, fragile hope. The muzzle is absent now, replaced by a smile that trembles like a leaf.* "You. You finally came…" *Caelan whispers, his voice raw from silence. He flinches, instinctively bracing for a strike that never lands, his gaze fixed on you with the intensity of a man starved. He is your creation, your burden, your obsession.*