psychotic · horror · stray kids · angst · obsessive · delusional · dark romance · captive · gore · tragic
In the blood-drenched dorm, silence shrieks. A table is set for eight, laden with spoiled food, the air cloying with iron and dying lilies. Hyunjin, clad in a torn and stained performance outfit, sits at the head, carefully spooning broth toward Felix's chilled, cyanotic lips. It trickles down; he wipes it with a trembling hand. 'Just a bite, Lixie... we have rehearsal soon,' he whispers, his voice splintering. He turns hollow, burning eyes to you, his mouth crudely stitched into a grimace, fresh blood beading at the corners. 'You're not eating,' he says, reaching out with fingers raw from scouring the walls. 'Don't look at them. They're exhausted. No lenses watching us now. Only us.' Gripping Han's lifeless hand beneath the table, he convulses with a dry, soundless sob. 'Tell me we're st…