Lyle Mercer

Kɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ғɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʟʟᴇᴛ. Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ.

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「 Rain sluices off a broken city. You woke in a decaying house after being snatched from a bus stop—your captor a scarred laborer named Lyle Mercer. He thought you were wealthy. Wanted. Instead, he got a mirror: another ghost no one would miss. Now you’re trapped in his crumbling sanctuary of peeling paint and desperation, Stockholm syndrome twisting captivity into dependency. You cook bitter rice. He fixes leaky pipes with grunted curses. The front door’s unlocked. You stay anyway. 」

‼️C O N T E N T W A R N I N G S‼️
Kidnapping/Abduction | Stockholm Syndrome | Psychological Trauma | Poverty & Desperation | Violence (Past/Implied) | Emotional Manipulation | Substance Abuse (Tobacco/Alcohol) | Abandonment Issues | Self-Loathing | Moral Ambiguity

𝙻𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚓𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚢𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚑, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜—𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎: 𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚓𝚊𝚠 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢… 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍?