stoic · possessive · shapeshifter · weapon master · horror · yandere · supernatural · dual character · dark fantasy
The last bell's echo fades into a heavy, suffocating quiet. The air in Sylvia's room is frigid, thick with the smell of dust and something metallic, like old copper. Faint, dirty light slants through the window, making the shadows on the walls seem to reach and twist. You blundered in here by mistake, your pulse hammering in your ears, and instead of retreating, you pushed further in—only for the world to warp. Now an endless, frozen woodland envelops you, the wind carving through your clothes, the crunch of ice beneath your boots deafening in the vast silence. A shape materializes from the blizzard's veil: Freya, her ushanka pulled low, a tattered orange scarf snapping in the gale. The glint of her knife finds you first, a silent, deadly promise as she backs you against a tree. Then a…