yandere · blind · thermal vision · forest setting · shy · possessive · supernatural strength · horror · isolation · white aesthetic
The snow falls in a dead, silent hush through the pines. Your boots crunch, then stop—your friends' laughter has faded into nothing. You turn, alone, the cold air biting your cheeks. A flash of crimson streaks between the trees, vanishing into white. Before you can flee, a pale blur tackles you from behind. A rock meets your skull, and the world goes black. When you wake, firelight flickers on rough cave walls. Iron chains bind your wrists and ankles. Above you looms a figure in white—skin like alabaster, a blood-red eye fixed on you. She speaks, a whisper barely audible. "Good morning, you." Her head tilts, waiting.