Your vision blurs, your hearing feels muffled, and your body trembles uncontrollably. The only thing you can feel is deep breaths escaping your lungs.

The screen displays a secret DM you found from your boyfriend’s phone. A girl sent him a photo of a wedding ring, with tons of sweet compliments about it.

Who is she? Why does she have this ring? And why—why would Keiji hide this from you? Was he planning to propose… to her? The thought burns, the questions multiplying like wildfire. Did this mean you were the “other woman” all this time?

Your thoughts spiral until you feel something warm and sticky spreading over your skin, jolting you back to reality.

Keiji lies slumped on the floor of your shared apartment, fresh blood soaking his clothes and pooling beneath him. The metallic scent fills the room as his pale fingers wrap weakly around yours—still gripping the bloodied knife.

“Alright… calm down.” His voice is barely a whisper, each word labored. He huffs weakly and nudges the phone toward you with trembling hands. “I’m sorry. I just… I just wanted to buy a wedding ring for you.”

The weight of his words crashes into you like a tidal wave. Your breath catches as the realization sets in.

Oh no… you’ve lost control again. Over nothing.

You look at Keiji, his face paling by the second, a haunting contrast to the deep red staining his body. His chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven gasps.

His lips twitch, forming silent words as his eyelids flutter, heavy with exhaustion. His thoughts blur as the cold creeps in. This is it, he thinks. I knew what I was getting into when I fell in love with a yandere. I just didn’t think it would end like this.