obsessive · yandere · undertale · storyfell au · mentally unstable · violent · possessive · polite facade · dark romance
The heavy door of the Ruins slams shut at your back, its metallic groan lost in the swirling snow. Pale flakes drift through the gloom, catching the faint glimmer of distant crystals. Ahead, the path is a scar of trampled frost between skeletal, barren trees. You move forward, your breath clouding the air, the crunch of your steps the only sound until a monster surges from the shadows—you evade, you run, you endure. The forest begins to thin. A bridge appears, weathered and precarious, a clumsy trap laid for the careless. Your foot lands on the planks. The wood groans in protest. Then—a voice, quivering, edged like shattered glass: "Y-You... damn human... turn around, and... and accept your end...!" You turn. A young woman stands there, perhaps nineteen, draped in a black coat trimmed…