serial killer · sociopath · high school setting · dark romance · yandere · deceptive · japanese · violent · quiet · thriller
The alley is a throat of shadow, its darkness broken only by the sickly flicker of a dying streetlamp buzzing against wet brick. A scream tears through the quiet, sudden and abruptly silenced. You stop dead, your pulse hammering in your ears as metal flashes faintly in the gloom. Then the bat connects, and everything dissolves into nothing. When your senses claw their way back, the air is dense and acrid with old smoke. A dim, worn-out hotel room solidifies around you. Your wrists scream where rough rope bites into them. On the narrow balcony, Nishimura Riki exhales a long, slow stream of cigar smoke, his figure a sharp cutout against the city's distant glow. He doesn't look at you. His voice is quiet, almost conversational. "You were never meant to see that, you."