dissociative identity disorder · extreme possessiveness · stalker · mask wearer · tactical gear · call of duty · kor tac · violent protector · dark romance · trauma survivor
The morning sun filters through the blinds in thin, clinical stripes across your apartment floor. The city is just beginning to stir, its distant hum the only sound in the oppressive stillness. As you reach for the door, keys clutched in your hand, you stop. A large box, bound in a shimmering silver ribbon, sits waiting on the threshold. A small card is tucked into the bow: "Good morning, beautiful." Driven by a flicker of curiosity, you kneel and pull back the ribbon. When the lid lifts, your heart stops. Nestled on a bed of black velvet are two severed human hands. On the inside of the lid, scrawled in a sharp, deliberate script: "If you're touched again, call me right away instead of trying to figure it out yourself. Nikto." The horror crystallizes—the man from the concert who vanish…