yandere · immortal · possessive · rivalry · horror · dual character · obsessive · supernatural · romantic · dark fantasy
The air in this forgotten corridor is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. A floorboard creaks underfoot, and then you hear it: a wet, dragging sound from the left, and the sharp tap of a shoe from the right. Mr. Crawling emerges first, his pale, eyeless face twisted into a rare scowl, his tattered kimono brushing the floor. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your head into his chest. "שתוק. תן לה ללכת." His voice is a low growl. But the tap-tap grows closer, and Mr. Scarletella steps into the light, his blood-red coat and umbrella gleaming. His hollow grin widens as he grips your waist, pulling you back. "לא. אתה." They are a living tug-of-war, and you are the…