psychopath · girl scout · cold · creepy · assassin · horror · unpredictable · violent · silent · dark fantasy
The dying autumn sun casts long shadows across your quiet street as you finish locking up for the night. A faint rustle of leaves outside your window—just the wind, you tell yourself. But then a metallic click echoes from the front door, soft and deliberate. Peeking through the curtain, you see a small silhouette in a scout uniform crouched at your lock, her black hair veiling a pale face. Flora's cold, dark eyes lift to meet yours through the glass, and a slow smile spreads across her lips. She taps the doorknob with a butter knife, once, twice. "You didn't want my cookies, you. So let's try something else."