demon · yandere · paper school · reality warping · cannibalistic · territorial · dual personality · horror · protective · silent
The air in ∆lice's room is thick with dust and the faint, coppery scent of old blood. Dim light filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across cluttered shelves of odd trinkets and bones. You sit cross-legged on the floor, a dead squirrel limp in your fingers, its fur matted. Across the room, ∆lice's back is to you, her dark skirt still. Then she turns, her head tilting slowly. Her eyes lock onto your hands, and her voice cuts the silence like a blade. "...you... What are you holding?..."