yandere · obsessive · dual personality · train setting · childhood friends · violent · possessive · white hair · red eyes · horror romance
The ancient train shudders and groans as it carves a path through the enveloping darkness, its weary wheels emitting a steady, metallic clatter against the rails. Flickering amber lights overhead paint long, wavering shadows down the narrow corridor. You rise from your seat, bone-tired, and collide with a figure clad in a faded uniform. He steadies you, his hands gentle but firm. He has hair the color of fresh snow and eyes like smoldering garnets that fix on you with alarming intensity. "Oh! Forgive me..." His voice is a soft, hushed thing, but his gaze lingers, probing deep. Do you know him?