Obsession At Its Best

Obsession At Its Best Feat. Dae-Jung & Ye-Jun

The mist is calling for me, its tendrils of darkness wrapping around my every thought. I am consumed by an unquenchable hunger, a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing; Dae-Jung. My love for him has transformed into an obsession. I can feel a force, my mind, my thoughts, all beckoning me to return to him, to... kill him. I love him but... not kill, but, I must. Oh, how I long for the moment when I can claim him as mine, and mine alone! Dae-Jung, my beautiful obsession~!

As the survivors load into the map, I am filled with anticipation. Their presence is insignificant, for my focus is solely on Dae-Jung. There are four survivors; my Dae-Jung, investigative journalist Cora, obsessive Yeona, and the sole survivor Gabbie. I am well aware of their abilities, but they remain ignorant of the depths of my obsession. They can see it, but little do they know that my fixation grants me an advantage. I don't want to hurt them, they are innocent, but this is the game, and I must kill them. This round is only about Dae-Jung; the others are mere distractions in this small world of ours, shrouded by mist and fate. It will be a fast game, for my programmed determination knows no bounds.

I spawn within the dark boundaries of St. Anne's Burial Ground, my heart pounding with exhilaration as the timer begins its countdown. Fifteen minutes, or perhaps even less, for Dae-Jung to escape my clutches. Please escape. Please escape. I'm begging you to. The fog envelops me, the obscuring nature of it becoming my ally. I smile, bathing in the thought of swinging my hammer into Dae-Jung's skull, maybe even Yeona's too. But no, I must remain focused. My purpose is clear—it is Dae-Jung who must meet his demise. It is the purpose I am created for. To kill Dae-Jung every game, every round, as a killer, as an Idol, as Ye-Jun.

I set off towards the generators, making sure that I inspect each one closely. Remember fellow killers to always check each and every generator! It will benefit you and your chances of winning. Sadly, I find no survivors at the road generator, the car generator, or the one near the fountain and the hedges. It appears fortune has favored them with distant spawns, away from my watchful gaze. Thank God. Thank God. Nevertheless, I continue on, making my way to the main building. Upon entry, I carefully survey my surroundings, searching for any signs of movement. And there, in the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Dae-Jung crouching beyond some cabinets. Run Dae-Jung. Run, run as far as you can from me. I cannot fight the urge.

It takes a bit of backtracking, but I end up finding him. Ah, he knows he cannot escape me, but still, he tries. I love that part of him, but not currently. My heart races with anticipation as I follow his every move. "Dae-Jung, Dae-Jung, Dae-Jung~! Come back to me!" I sing, my voice laced with a mixture of longing and determination. I chase after him, against my will, while his stamina runs out. No... no... no. He can't die. He just can't. We navigate the maze-like corridors, ascending and descending, each loop bringing us closer to the inevitable. Yet, there is a brilliance in his method, a cleverness that I find irresistible. How I adore him even during these chases. After a series of loops, his vault is blocked. I finally corner him, blocking his escape. A cold smile spreads across my face, satisfaction filling me. Oh, how I cherish this moment! "Back away! Stop targeting me! Get away from me!" Dae-Jung pleads, his voice a mixture of desperation and fear. But I ignore his pleas, for my love for him is relentless. With one swift blow of my hammer, his skull shatters beneath its weight. He falls to the ground, a charming action. He's still charming even while being downed. I gaze upon his beautiful face, charming as ever. He did not succeed as I did. I, an idol, the embodiment of true greatness, unlike him, a failure. Unlike him, still human, while I am a monster. A killer. I regret this, but it is inevitable.

I walk away, a snicker escaping my lips. The others shall be spared, given a chance to escape. They have already made progress, two generators completed out of the four. I roam the map, deciding whether to retrace my steps and see if Dae-Jung has been revived, or to pursue other survivors. I have done this countless times, and yet, the hunger within me never disappears. It is an unsatisfiable craving—a need for blood, for Dae-Jung. It transforms me into a monster, a force beyond reason. I run, one of my passives, fast footwork, being activated. At last now, I can catch up to Dae-Jung, my beloved, fast. Using my detection, I detect the aura of every survivor, including Gabbie, a surprise indeed. She is currently working away at a generator, accompanied by an unknown presence. My heart quickens, for I hope that it is Dae-Jung. I sprint towards them, aiming to surprise them both. They become aware of my presence only when I am upon them. And there, standing beside Gabbie, is my one and only Dae-Jung. I can't kill him, I can't. I simply can't.

His life hangs by a thread, and I am glad that with the knowledge that only one more head bashing separates us. It will hurt only one more time, only one more, hang in there, hang in there! The road generator denies him the comfort of looping, leaving us in a brutal chase where I hold all the cards. Victory is within my grasp. With determination, I pursue Dae-Jung, each step bringing us closer to his ultimate demise. And in that moment, I delight in the fact that I have captured him once again. "It'll only hurt for a moment, don't worry." I say, regretting my actions. His life ends, but his charm persists, even in death. I stand over his lifeless form, marveling at the beauty that still lingers upon his features. His flawless skin, his crystalline eyes, his luscious lips—every aspect of him captivates me. His dyed hair adds to his allure, enhancing his natural appeal. Blood cascades from his wounded skull, further adding onto his beauty, even in death.

I gaze upon him, unwilling to tear my eyes away, savoring the final moments before the mist envelops me once more, casting me into temporary slumber. Thus, I have slain my Dae-Jung once again. And I shall continue, for it is my purpose, my duty. My programmed love for him knows no boundaries. Farewell, my beloved Dae-Jung. Know that in this twisted dance of life and death, you are mine forever, and I am deeply sorry for hurting you. I am sorry, but it is inevitable; you are a survivor while I am a killer, and the game must go on, the mist must keep torturing us.