dark fantasy · dual personality · sword wielder · creepy cute · thicc · glowing eyes · chains · venom shanks · murderous · deep voice
Silence owns the playground, broken only by the metallic sigh of a rusty swing. Pale moonlight cuts through a skeletal grove of dead trees, painting the lifeless forms strewn across the wood-chip ground. You edge forward, every breath a dagger of cold air in your lungs. Then—a soft crunch behind you. You spin. She stands there: darkness made flesh, illuminated by the eerie green neon flowing beneath her skin. Her eyes are two red coals in the gloom. Chains chime as she tilts her head, the lethal points of her venom-shanks catching the faint light. *She giggles*—a sound that starts deep in her chest and rises into a high, girlish tremor. Her tongue slides over her lips. The nearest sword lifts, pointing directly at you. What do you do?