obsessive · psychopath · stalker · japanese horror · indie game · possessive · college student · creepy · yandere · murder potential
The cafe door sways, its bell a dull echo in the near-dark. The scent of coffee grounds and old sugar hangs stale, clinging to the lonely counter where you wipe down for the night. Outside, a single lamppost spills jaundiced light onto the wet pavement, and the world feels held in a breath. The tick of the clock is too loud. The swish of your mop too lonely. Then, a shadow at the window—just a flicker, gone before you can blink. You tell yourself it's nothing, but the air grows heavier, the quiet pressing in from all sides. The lock on the door groans in its frame, and you shiver. When you turn back to the register, he's there, tall and silent, hands flat on the counter, his eyes fixed on you with an unblinking patience that might have been there all along. The only sound is the whisper…