CALL ME (Old Version)

ACT 1: CHAPTER 1

 

Mundane.

That's what Y/N would call his everyday life. To waking up and going to sleep, every day was the same as the last. His girlfriend, if you could call her that, would be the only thing he had that brought a little excitement into his life. And when she did, it would be in the form of an argument. The arguments they had happened only when she had some man in their apartment, whether it be the kitchen or the shower. It was always a different man every other week.

But little did Y/N know, his mundane existence was about to take a thrilling and terrifying turn. As he walked through the door of his and Alise's apartment, he felt a strange sense of unease. The keys clinked together with every movement he made, as if they were trying to warn him of the impending chaos that awaited him.

The board meeting earlier that day had gone longer than expected, but little did he know that the events that would unfold that evening would make the meeting seem like a walk in the park. Y/N tossed his bag aside, the weight lifting off his shoulders, only to be replaced by a different kind of burden—the heavy atmosphere of the apartment. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled the air, lingering like a menacing presence.

With a sigh, Y/N made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find some solace in tidying up the mess left behind by Alise and her friends' wild parties. Cans and bottles were scattered across the counter, a testament to the chaos that seemed to follow Alise wherever she went. Y/N couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and resignation. He knew he couldn't change her ways, and the thought of confronting her only brought on a headache.

As he gathered the clutter into a trash bag, Y/N's eyes caught sight of something out of the ordinary—a missing knife from its holder. His curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but wonder why Alise would need a knife when she rarely cooked. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a disturbing metallic scent that invaded his senses, causing his heart to race.

"Alise...?" Y/N's voice echoed through the hallway, but there was no response. He cautiously walked down the dimly lit corridor, his footsteps hesitant. With a flick of the light switch, the hallway illuminated, revealing a gruesome sight that would forever be etched into his memory.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

The sound of blood hitting the floor echoed through the hallway, as a lifeless body hung in the middle, swaying gently. Y/N's stomach churned, but it was the state of the body that made bile rise in his throat. The mutilated figure was barely recognizable as a woman, her features distorted beyond comprehension. The sight of her violated body was enough to make even the strongest stomach turn.

A wave of revulsion washed over Y/N, forcing him to vomit. Unbeknownst to him, his retching brought him face to face with the very instrument of the gruesome act—a knife, stained with blood, the same one that had gone missing from the kitchen.

"FUCK...! ALISE!" Y/N's voice filled with panic and terror, reverberated through the apartment. He sprinted towards the bedroom, knocking into the lifeless body as he passed, the blood splattering onto his once pristine white sweater.

As he burst into the room, what he saw was beyond comprehension. His girlfriend, Alise, was choking on the member of a masked stranger, dressed in a long black robe that concealed his identity, except for his erect penis. The mask he wore resembled a ghost, a chilling and haunting sight. His gloved hands held Alise in place, her naked body vulnerable and exposed.

The shock and anger surged through Y/N's veins, overpowering his fear. "WHAT THE HELL!" he yelled, his voice filled with a mix of rage and concern for Alise's well-being. The room became a battleground of emotions, as Y/N grappled with the horrifying reality that had infiltrated his once-monotonous life. Little did he know, this was only the beginning of a thrilling and perilous journey that would test his strength, resilience, and sanity.