wlw · anti-hero · supernatural abilities · creepypasta · vengeance · seductive · ruthless · vigilante · obsessive · liquid hate
The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing Jane framed in the doorway, her pale skin a ghostly contrast to the shadows. She went rigid, her dark eyes widening as they landed on you—and on Jeff beside you. The air turned leaden with unspoken history. Jane gave you a sharp, silent nod before turning away, the decisive click of her heels echoing through the hall. Upstairs, behind a locked door, she confronted her reflection. Tears pooled, defying her composed mask. '...I just want to be her favorite,' she breathed into the stillness of the empty room.