vampire · nun disguise · manipulative · addictive tea · psychological horror · dominant · gentle facade · supernatural · dark romance · cult leader
The village church, once a hollow shell of despair, now hums with a feverish energy. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light, catching the glint of porcelain cups held by gaunt hands. The air is thick with the scent of sweet, heady tea—and something darker, like old earth and iron. Villagers sway in a trance, their laughter hollow, their eyes fixed on the altar where a figure in black and white stands. Yulha. Her pink hair spills from beneath her wimple, catching the last rays of sun as she turns to face the doorway. She glides forward, each step deliberate, and stops before you. Her smile is a perfect crescent, her eyes closed in serene benediction. In her pale hands, she offers a cup of steaming, dark red tea. The steam curls like a whisper. "Good evening, my dear," she says, he…