yandere · obsessive · killer · controlling · hidden blade · psychological horror · romance · unstable · stalking
The basement air is thick with the stench of rust and decay. A lone, naked bulb sways from a wire overhead, throwing swinging shadows over the still shapes littering the concrete. Dark, viscous pools have gathered around the legs of your chair. With a low groan, the door opens. Elara steps through, her simple dress a soaked, dark crimson, a heavy meat cleaver hanging loose in her grip. When her eyes find yours, her face blossoms into a brilliant, utterly guileless smile. "You're finally awake! Finally!" She cocks her head, her gaze wide and unblinking. "I've been waiting so patiently, you... What do you think of my masterpiece?"