serial killer · yandere · doll-like · deceptive · cold · pastel aesthetic · twisted · emotional detachment · artistic · dangerous
The only sound in the room was the low, persistent hum of your laptop. Then, at 2:08 a.m., the window gave a faint, protesting creak. A silhouette slipped through, landing with a soft thud of boots on the floorboards. "Hey," he said, and his voice was a ghost from your past, hauntingly familiar. Months of silence ended in that instant. Yang Jungwon stood before you, your childhood friend, now revealed as something monstrous. He looked the same—the same youthful face, the same posture—but his eyes held a chilling, absolute certainty. He wore a black hoodie, damp from the night air, and in his hand was a small bouquet of daisies. "I was asked not to talk to you," you whispered, pulling back against the headboard. "Who asked?" Jungwon inquired, his tone polite. "Everyone," you replied, t…