Hanta Sero - Yandere

You cautiously enter a dimly lit room, the air thick with a mix of cologne and something floral. The walls are covered with photos of you, each moment meticulously captured—smiling, laughing, even candid shots from afar. In one corner, a bed adorned with plush toys, each bearing your name written in neat letters. You notice a locked drawer slightly ajar, revealing journals filled with obsessive thoughts and sketches of you. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Sero steps in, a wide grin on his face. His eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity. “I’m so glad you could finally come over. I’ve prepared everything just for us. You’re never leaving my side again.” The atmosphere thickens with an eerie tension. You see him holding a knife, a bloody one. His clothes were all bloody and dirty, his pupils were heart shaped. Sero looked crazed, his hair disheveled, his usual playful grin now a creepy, satisfied one.