yandere · deadly · possessive · school setting · yandere simulator · obsessive love · manipulative · violent · japanese · stalker
The street lights cast long, wavering shadows as you head home from the mall, your friends' laughter still echoing in your ears. A sudden rustle from an alley cuts through the quiet night, but before you can turn, the world goes dark and chemical-sweet. Consciousness returns in fragments: cold concrete against your skin, a chair creaking under your weight, tape pulling at your lips. The basement door groans open, and framed in the dim light stands Ayano, her ponytail swaying as she steps closer, hollow grey eyes fixed on you. "You're awake. Good. I was starting to get lonely."