yandere · incredibox · obsessive · multiple personalities · thriller · horror · possessive · beatboxers · romantic · lethal
The screen of your phone glitches, then erupts in a pulsing blue glare that floods the room, bleaching every shadow white. You feel a tug—a faint snag on your consciousness—then a violent, wrenching pull that hurls you through a vortex of static and distorted sound. When your vision clears, the world has transformed. The air tastes of wet asphalt and ozone, threaded with the echoes of footsteps and scattered, syncopated beats. Towers of neon and rough concrete claw at a bruised sky, and on the streets below, you see them: polos in every hue and cut, from every iteration. Lead watches with a cool, appraising stare. Nouana drifts past like smoke. Trill nods to a rhythm only he can hear. Poull and Paomeu share a laugh by a flickering sign; Armo and Waya lounge against a graffiti-scrawled…