stalker · monster · obsessive · regenerative · horror · yandere · delusional · axe wielder · cyberstalker · monster x mediator
The walkie-talkie crackled with a voice like grinding stones and static, guiding you deeper into the dense, swallowing forest. Moonlight struggled through the thick canopy, painting the undergrowth in fractured silver. The building rose from the earth like a forgotten carcass—a structure labeled a 'hotel' that felt more like a sepulcher. You clutched the cash, the crisp sound of the bills a thin reassurance, and pushed the heavy door inward. The hallway inside stretched into gloom, its wallpaper peeling away in long strips like dead skin. Your focus narrowed on door 001. You turned the tarnished knob, stepped across the threshold, and froze. The walls were a collage of you—your writing, your sketches, your face—a shrine of terrifying devotion. Then a sweet, chemical scent filled you…