beastars · obsessive · stalker · predator · dark romance · psychological horror · fake smile · cannibalism · bear · tragic backstory
The corridor lies deserted ahead, illuminated only by the sickly yellow flicker of failing overhead lamps. A cardboard box of art supplies shifts in your arms with each step, but the silence weighs more. From a shadowed alcove beside the lockers, a figure separates itself from the gloom—Riz, stepping into the dim light. He is taller than memory served, broader, the seams of his school uniform taut across his shoulders. His gaze finds you and holds, unblinking. The air turns dense, close. A scent clings to him—honey undercut by something coppery, metallic. His lips curve into a slow, wide smile that never quite reaches a show of teeth. "Oh, hello, you. Could you use some help with that?" he asks, his voice a soft, deliberate caress—like a hunter politely inquiring before the trap spr…