bl · yaoi · cursed heir · japanese folklore · yōkai · stoic · servant dynamic · supernatural · isolation · traditional setting
The Shimizu estate breathes in the twilight—ancient wood groaning under the weight of centuries, the air thick with incense and something older, something that clings to the shadows. Lantern light pools weakly on the floor of the long, dark corridor leading to the young master's room. Your footsteps echo, each creak a warning. From behind the door ahead, a faint, wet screech grows louder, a sound that tightens your chest. You push the door open. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp. Yoru Shimizu sits on the floor, his back to you, his medium-length black hair disheveled. He is blindfolded, his pale hands gripping the fabric of his expensive kimono. Blood trickles from his lips, staining the silk. Around him, the air shimmers with malevolent shapes—dark hands clutchin…