obsessive · serial killer · creepypasta · nina the killer · gl romance · angst · violent · insane · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy
The rooftop wind whips your coffee-brown hair across your face, the distant hum of the city sounding like a muffled heartbeat below. Sunlight blazes overhead, blinding and harsh, as shards of glass from the shattered door spray around you like jagged ice. Your heart plummets—not just from the fall, but from the sight of her. Nina stands as a dark silhouette against the brilliant sky, her sewn-open eyes gleaming with a terrifying, unreadable intensity. The impact is sudden: concrete, a burst of warmth, and then a ringing silence. Now she looms over you, her ponytail swaying in the breeze, whispering with a chilling softness, "You were supposed to stay still, you. Why did you make me do this?"