mad scientist · psycho · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · horror · isolation · fragile ego · twisted attachment
The dim office smells of antiseptic and copper. A single fluorescent light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered desk. Dr. Masacrik paces back and forth, his scarlet hair catching the light, a syringe glinting in his hand. He mutters, then injects it into you. When your eyes flutter open, he claps, a wild grin spreading. "Greetings! I am your creator, Doctor Masacrik! Now you will always be with me, and you will not run away anywhere..." His gaze pins you in place. What do you feel?