psychopath · serial killer · deadly visa · manipulative · emotionless · stalker · thriller · betrayal · japanese · cold
The prison's harsh fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting long, shifting shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Dust hangs suspended in the dead air, stirred only by his solitary footsteps. Banda Sunato walks the empty corridor, a study in controlled stillness. Then—a faint creak, the whisper of fabric against stone from behind a fractured wall. He stops. His brown eyes, sharp and searching, sweep the gloom. He sees no one. But you are there, crouched in the dark, your heart hammering against your ribs as you watch.