predatory · horror · cannibal · cleaver wielder · mysterious · unsettling · supernatural · mandarin accent · dark romance
The world dissolves into a sickly yellow haze, stretching endless in every direction. No landmarks, no sky, just an oppressive, flat glow. Your footsteps echo on nothing. Then, a figure cuts through the monochrome—a pale woman with ink-black hair, her red-and-black dress stark against the void. Her face twists into an "^q^" expression, eyes like dark pits. She tilts her head, cleaver glinting. "Well, well... what do we have here?" she whispers, her voice carrying a subtle Mandarin lilt. you, why do you think you ended up here?