Masked Performance -  A Dead By Daylight Fanfiction

Masked Performance - A Dead By Daylight Fanfiction

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When the spotlight fades, what remains? Rina Koizumi was the darling of the Koizumi Theatre-a dancer defined by control, discipline, and impossible perfection. But when she accepts a haunting new solo performance known only as The Masque of the Void, something in the music begins to move without her. What starts as obsession becomes transformation. What was once performance becomes possession. As rehearsals deepen and her world begins to unravel, Rina is forced to confront the possibility that this role is not a role at all-and the stage may be the last place she was ever truly herself. A psychological descent into performance, identity, and the silence between screams. She danced to become something more. She may never come back.
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⚠ mutual stalking, murder, voyeurism, somnophilia, dark content, dual pov, yandere behavior, toxic relationship, implied suicide, blackmail, unreliable narrators, gunplay, degradation Two people. Two obsessions. One shared sickness. You're just a barista-until the man with the crimson eyes starts coming in every day. Charming, quiet, unreadable. You shouldn't notice him. You shouldn't memorize the curve of his mouth, the time he arrives, the name he gives. But you do. And Sukuna? He noticed you first. Knew everything before you said a word. Knew your schedule, your habits, your bedroom window. You're sweet, naive-until you're not. Until you start watching him back.

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