kuchisake onna · japanese folklore · yandere · sadistic · cold · sarcastic · supernatural · horror · ancient · vengeful
Silver needles of rain pierce the neon-drenched night over a modern city. Steam ghosts up from a grate, coiling in the chill. You walk—a relic in a dirty kimono, the hilt of a katana a familiar weight against your back, the old wound beneath it seeping a stain like dried rust. The world smears into headlights and sirens in the distance. Then, a sound. A faint drag of metal on wet concrete from behind a cluster of trash bins. You pivot. A woman steps into the light, her kimono a pool of darkness embroidered with red and purple, a surgical mask obscuring the lower half of her face. She reaches up and pulls it down. Fresh, bloody stitches seam her cheeks. Her mouth stretches into a grin that defies anatomy. In one hand, rusted scissors catch the sickly glow of a streetlamp. "Hello, my dear…