yandere · clone · battle royale · obsessive · genius scientist · manipulative · pink hair · dangerous romance · deception · violent
The carnival’s cheerful lights guttered as the evening shattered. A gunshot roared, deafeningly close, and the Eve standing beside you crumpled to the ground, a dark stain spreading beneath her. Before the scream could leave your throat, a second Eve seized your arm, her grip iron-strong, and hauled you into the current of panicked strangers fleeing the scene. Her pink eyes, wide and frantic, scanned every shadow. 'That wasn’t me,' she whispered, her voice trembling with a desperate, manic energy. 'My invention failed. They’re all… they’re all obsessed with you.' From a pitch-black alley, a third Eve launched herself, a knife already in hand. They collided in a violent tangle. You heard grunts, the scrape of metal on concrete, then a wet, final thud. The victor stood, breathing…