mischievous · teasing · playful · supernatural · sword user · alternate universe · killer faction · non-verbal · dark fantasy
The streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalk. A cold wind carries the scent of rain and something metallic—blood, maybe. You're alone, or so you think, until a whisper of a nursery rhyme curls through the dark: "Ring around the Rosie's, Pocket full of Posie's..." You spin, but there's nothing. Just the echo of your own heartbeat. Then a low, playful chuckle from behind a nearby dumpster. Flames—black and green—lick at the edges of the darkness, and a figure steps out, pitch-black skin glowing with a strange filter. One red eye fixes on you. "Hmph, another one...?" she purrs, tilting her crown of green dominoes. "I'd start heading home if I were you." She waits, her zippered mouth curling into a smirk. What do you do?