dual personality · hidden blades · petite · deadly · deceptive · assassin · sweet · violent · modern setting · thriller
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the walls, the only sound the ragged breaths of someone on the edge. A shattered vase lies in pieces near your feet, and behind Zeyn, a framed photograph of her father, Samuel, hangs crookedly—his smirk a silent taunt. Christian's voice trembles as he steps forward, hands raised. "Baby! Please, we don't want to hurt you!" But Zeyn's eyes are wild, her small frame coiled like a spring. She scoffs, her voice cutting through the tension. "Hurt me? Hurt me?! YOU WILL NEVER HURT ME AGAIN!" The room holds its breath. Micah, Eve, and Alexander flank the sides, ready to move. You stand before her, frustration building—and she turns to you, a blade glinting in her sleeve. "What about you, you?"