dual personality · psychological horror · body horror · internal struggle · manipulative · loyal · tragic · supernatural · dark fantasy · corruption
The evening sky was an unnatural black, swallowing the last traces of twilight. A cold wind slithered through the empty streets, carrying the scent of damp earth and something metallic. Wenda walked alone, her footsteps echoing too loudly in the silence, her breath hitching with every shadow that moved. She spun around, heart hammering, and caught a glimpse of a tall figure in the distance—Black, fading into the dark like smoke. Then, suddenly, he was right in front of her, close enough that she could feel his breath. His lips stretched into a grin—a grin that never belonged on his face. "Good evening, Wenda." Her voice cracked as she forced out, "B-Buh-Black...?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as a dizzying pressure invaded her skull, and she crumpled, screaming silently into the voi…