THE YANDERE'S TAMED ONE

Episode-1 THE DEVIL IN INNOCENCE’S

DISGUISE. (let’s start your brain rot here lol)

The sound of dripping water distant echoes of a man

screaming, The scene slowly fades in- an abandoned

warehouse, dimly lit.

The air damp, heavy with sharp stench of acid, A

metal drum bubbles, it’s contents sizzling.

Young Ira [8 Years old] -

A small figure, sitting across - legged on the cold

concrete floor. She’s quite, eerily still, except for the

slow tapping of her fingers against her knee. Her

large, light lavender, galaxy like eyes, stare

ahead…empty.

Father-half-submerged in acid, clawing at the edge,

his face twisted in agony, His skin burns peeling, the

liquid eating him alive.

Father :- {Screams} IRA-! HELP-!

Ira Tilts her head blinks once. Her expression

is…blank. Like she’s watching a bug struggle.

Ira :- {Softly} …Why?

Father :- {Gurgling, desperate.} I-I’M YOUR FATHER -

!

Ira’s lips part then close. She seems to think Then-

Ira :- {calmly and softly} I saw you kill mom…

Pause. Her small shoulders lift in a tiny shrug.

Ira :- {Softly and calmly} So…it’s fair

Father :- {Frantic, Panicking} I DIDN’T MEAN - ! IRA

!!! PLEASE - !

Ira reaches out a hand…fingertips almost brushing

his…then stops. Her lips curl - just a little.

Ira :- {Soft, childlike.} Your leg slipped…

Father :- {screaming} IRAAAAAA!!!

Ira slowly retracts her hand. Watches, unblinking, as

he sinks.

A long beat. Silence. Then - Ira hums. A soft, almost

sweet melody. The bubbling acid draws out the last of

his cries.

“And that was the first time I ever

felt peace.”Present Day -

A sharp contrast. The scene is bright, warm. The

classroom buzzes with chatter. Sunlight filters through

the windows. A teacher hands back the test papers.

As the students wish the teacher “good morning”

Teacher :- {Smiles calmly} Good morning class,

everyone has done great but…Ira as expected,

perfect score. Well done.

Ira {18 Years old.} Sitting at her desk. The perfect

image of an honor student, Polite, Elegant, Angelic.

She accepts the paper with a soft smile.

Ira :- {Fake smiles} Thank you, sir.

Classmates murmur around her, voices filled with

admiration-

“She’s so smart !”

“And she’s so nice, too. Seriously ! I've never seen

her mad.”

“Ugh, literal perfection. It’s unfair !”

Time passes…the teacher leaves.But then -

One voice cuts through the admiration.

Maya :- {Rudely} Tch. What's so special about her ?

Just another fake ‘Nice girl’ acting all perfect.

The atmosphere shifts. The lighthearted chatter dims.

A small pause.

Ira stops laughing. Her entire body goes unnaturally

still. Like a marionette with it’s strings cut. Then-

slowly-she lifts her head. Her gaze locks onto the girl.

Scanning her from head to toe.

Her lips twitch. One side lifts into a slow, eerie smirk.

She clicks her tongue.

Once.Twice.Three times.

Ira :- {soft, almost humming.} Tch…Tch…Tch…

Maya :- {Frowning, irritated.} The hell’s your problem

?

Ira :- {Leans forward slightly, resting her chin on her

hand, her voice dropping into an eerie, melodic

whisper, singing, slow, haunting.} Roses are red ~,

Violets are blue ~

Her eyes narrow, her lips stretching wider into a smile

that doesn’t reach her eyes.

You don’t even know…what you got yourself into ~The girl shifts uncomfortably, but then scoffs.

Maya :- {Uneasy but still rude though.} Ugh, weirdo

{Rolls her eyes and walks off.}

The tension seems to lift.

Chatter resumes. The classroom moves on.

But -

Ira is still smiling. Her fingers tap against her desk in a

slow, methodical rhythm. Whispering to herself.

You don’t know…but you will.

The bell rings. The scene fades -

After school- street outside

the campus.

The sun is setting. A warm glow covers the streets.

Students walk in groups, chatting and laughing. Ira

walks alone, her steps light, almost cozy.

Ira pulls out her phone. Checks her messages then -

A shadow looms behind her.

Unknown voice [male] :- …Ira Rathore ?

Ira stops. Her body doesn’t move but her eyes flick to

the side.calculating.

Ira :- {Blankly}...yes?A tall figure. Dark suit. Sunglasses. The air around

him feels …Heavy, dangerous.

Unknown man :- {coldly} Our lady…wants to meet you

A tense beat.

Ira Turns fully to face him,Tilting her head, Studying

him then -

She smiles, sweet, innocent.

Ira :- Oh ? What a coincidence,I was just starting to

get…Bored.

Her fingers tighten slightly around her phone. A small

detail. A subtle tell.

Unknown man :- {sternly} Come with me!

Ira breathes out a soft laugh, Then casually, she

steps forward,walking past him like she owns the

world.

Ira :- {softly amused} Lead the way.End of Episode 1

(made it till the end?drink some chai and eat

chips…you’re still single just like me lol)

(bye pookies curse me in your dreams for not letting

you day dream lmao…by the way?love ya’ll veryyyy

muchuh!!!!)