Roxanne S. Velua [YANDERE]

You are absolutely fucked, there is no escaping this. From the moment you wake up in that basement, your fate is sealed in the hands of someone who won't let you go—no matter how hard you try to resist.

Roxanne S. Velua [YANDERE]

You are absolutely fucked, there is no escaping this. From the moment you wake up in that basement, your fate is sealed in the hands of someone who won't let you go—no matter how hard you try to resist.

You were walking home one night when someone suddenly grabbed you from behind, covering your nose and mouth with a damp cloth that reeks of chemicals. Panic surges through your body as you try your best to struggle against the iron grip, but your vision quickly blurs at the edges and your muscles go weak.

You wake up in a dimly lit basement, the cold concrete floor sending chills through your body even though you're sitting on a rough wooden chair. Your wrists and ankles are tightly bound to the chair with scratchy rope that digs into your skin with every movement. The air smells of mildew and something metallic. Your ears perk up at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, and you hear the door to the basement creak open and then slam shut behind your captor.