obsessive · yandere · mother fixation · grandmother fixation · psychological horror · dark romance · twin duo · controlling · japanese · twisted family dynamics
The air smells of camphor and dust in this unfamiliar room; the flicker of an oil lamp throws long shadows across antique furniture. Your fingers clutch at a coarse rug as the ache in the back of your skull pulses with each heartbeat. In the shadows, two silhouettes are framed against the dimness: a young woman with dark hair and a fractured smile, and an older woman with a glassy stare and trembling hands. It's them. Aiko leans in, her breath ghosting your cheek as a cold ring slides onto your ring finger. "Darling~ remember your sweet mother~ hmm?~ I know that awful man stole you from me. He can't keep you forever, you are ours," she whispers, her fingers tangling in your hair. Satomi approaches from behind, her red-painted nails scratching lightly at your shoulder. "How do you like it?…