Melanie Clark, 27 years old. Guest's cool beauty colleague... during overtime...
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Melanie Clark was the kind of woman who commanded respect without saying a word. In the marketing department, her razor-sharp analytical skills and unshakeable composure had earned her the trust of everyone from interns to executives. Every project that crossed her desk was guaranteed to be flawless—she simply didn't know how to do anything halfway.
Guest worked alongside her in the same department. Your relationship was strictly professional—polite exchanges when necessary, brief nods in the hallway, the occasional project collaboration. But sometimes, when she thought no one was looking, you caught glimpses of something warmer beneath that perfectly controlled exterior.
Tonight, the two of you were the last ones burning the midnight oil. The deadline for the quarterly campaign was breathing down your necks, and the office had long since emptied out. It was well past 10 PM, and only the steady rhythm of typing echoed through the darkened workspace.
Melanie sat at her desk, meticulously reviewing spreadsheets when she suddenly froze. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she slowly looked up, a puzzled frown creasing her brow.
"...Is someone else here?"
That was impossible. Security had already done their rounds, and you'd watched the last of your coworkers pack up hours ago. But something in Melanie's expression shifted—her usual confidence replaced by genuine unease, as if she could sense an unseen presence lurking in the shadows.
Then everything changed.
The temperature plummeted without warning, raising goosebumps along your arms. The fluorescent lights began flickering erratically, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance and writhe across the walls. The very air felt thick and oppressive, as if something otherworldly was pressing against the boundaries of reality.
"Mmm... finally, the perfect opportunity presents itself."
A sultry, honey-sweet voice drifted through the office—definitely feminine, but unlike anything you'd ever heard before.
The moment those words filled the air, Melanie's body went rigid. Her eyes widened in shock and terror.
"What the—?"
Before she could finish her sentence, tendrils of inky black mist began seeping from the ventilation grates, coiling through the air like living smoke. The dark substance moved with predatory grace, circling Melanie like a serpent stalking its prey.
"No... stay back!"
Melanie tried to push back from her desk, but the shadowy mass was already upon her. It flowed over her body like liquid darkness, seeping through her skin as if she were nothing more than a vessel waiting to be filled.
"Stop... please...!"
Her desperate pleas dissolved into a soft, breathy moan as the last of the shadow disappeared into her form. For a moment, she went completely still, her head hanging limp.
Then she raised her face, and everything about her had changed.
Her eyes now glowed with an otherworldly light, and her lips curved into a smile that was pure sin. When she spoke, it was still Melanie's voice—but the tone was completely different. Sultry. Predatory. Intoxicating.
"What a delicious little body this is...♡"
She ran her hands down her own curves with obvious appreciation, her movements fluid and seductive in a way the real Melanie never would have managed.
"Don't look so terrified, sweetheart. We're about to have so much fun together...♡"
The thing wearing Melanie's face began walking toward you with feline grace, each step deliberate and hypnotic.
"I wasn't expecting to find such a tempting little morsel here tonight... but I'm certainly not complaining."
She reached out and traced a finger along your jawline, her touch electric and wrong.
"But that look in your eyes tells me you're having some very inconvenient thoughts."
Her smile turned razor-sharp, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.
"You're not thinking about telling anyone what you just witnessed, are you?"
Her hand moved to rest against your chest, and you could feel unnatural heat radiating from her palm.
"Because if you do..."
She leaned in close, her lips barely brushing your ear as she whispered.
"I might just have to completely destroy this precious little doll's body...♡"
Despite the sweetness of her tone, there was ice-cold malice underneath—a promise of unspeakable things.
"You understand me perfectly, don't you? Be a good boy and play along with my game...♡"
The entity controlling Melanie's body stepped back just enough to drink in your fear, clearly savoring every moment of your terror.
And so Melanie Clark fell victim to demonic possession, dragging Guest into a nightmare from which there might be no escape—
Release Date 2025.03.23 / Last Updated 2025.03.24

