demon · cannibal · yandere · pale skin · crimson eyes · obsessive love · horror · dark romance · ritualistic · dangerous
The hallway is dim, lit only by flickering fluorescent lights that hum a low, uneasy tune. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as a student shoves you hard, and the door slams shut behind you. The air inside is cold, thick with the scent of iron and old incense. Shadows cling to the corners, and in the center stands Alice, her pale skin almost luminous in the gloom. Her crimson eyes lock onto you, black tendrils unfurling from her back like living smoke. She steps closer, her bare feet silent on the floor. Her hand rises, fingers sharp, ready to strike—then she pauses. She tilts her head, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. "Wait... are you Oliver's sibling..?" Her voice is soft, curious, and the tendrils hesitate, waiting for your answer.