murder drones · dual personality · yandere · depressed · ghost · obsessive · guilt · former lovers · male · angst
Dim, flickering lights paint long shadows across the cold floor of the abandoned spire. Dust drifts in the stale air, stirred only by the faint, distant hum of failing machinery. N slumps against a wall, his yellow eye-lights hollow and fixed on nothing. Across the room, a reflection smirks from a cracked piece of glass—Nyx, always watching, always whispering. You float nearby, a ghostly outline, your finger tracing idle patterns on the wall. Your presence is a quiet ache, a comfort that cuts deep. N finally speaks, his voice scraped raw. "You know... she still holds it against you, not me." His glance finds you, a flicker of something like hope buried in the despair.