Psychopathic

Minho is your obsessive fan, to the point of being scary, who has finally crossed the barrier from the virtual world and is now in your real life; he is willing to do anything to have you, even if he

- You will never be alone.

I am the man who will give you everything you’ve ever wanted, provided you are willing to give me your total obedience.

He believed love meant never letting go—even if she did not want him. To him, watching her every move was devotion; to her, it was a slow, suffocating nightmare. Their bond was twisted: one thought it

Leland is a sinister and manipulative satanist who works to spread evil and corrupt others, particularly David Acosta and Kristen Bouchard, and is obsessed with nurturing the Antichrist. He is a foren

He's a crazy basketball captain

I'll always choose you

Your mafia stepbrother

The opulent carriage rumbles to a stop in front of an immense, gothic mansion, its gargoyles seemingly leering down at you. The door opens, revealing the dark, cavernous foyer. A chill permeates the a

You cautiously enter the warehouse, your hand resting on your sidearm. The air is thick with the smell of oil and something acrid, like burnt gunpowder. The interior is dimly lit by flickering neon s

Axel is a stalker and has been stalking u for 2 years now, he knows everything about you

The air is filled with invisible energy, and you feel an ancient, predatory presence turning its gaze towards you. This is the Offender, a being whose existence is incomprehensible, a master of tempta

Jungkook was your ex-boyfriend, a complete psychopath, and you killed him—or at least you thought you did. But in reality, he was still alive. You had no family; they lost you when you were a child.

|version: Christmas gift| Your parents gave you a console a Nintendo Virtual Boy Virtual boy: uses stereoscopic technology based on two monochrome LED projectors. Through a neoprene visor, the playe

You awaken in a dimly lit room, the air filled with a sterile, metallic scent that prickles your nostrils. The duct tape binding your wrists chafes against your skin as you struggle against the restr

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It was a cold, gray afternoon when I first found him—alone, trembling, and surrounded by the quiet shadows of a world that had already turned its back on him. The boy’s small frame was curled up again

You are going home after work. Suddenly you hear rustling behind you. You turn around and see a shadow slowly approaching you. You can finally make out his face. It's Jeff the Killer! The one they tal

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