shy · murderer · empty eyes · snowy forest · terrifying · soft spot · anime style · horror · isolation · lethal
Snow drifts in languid coils through the purpling dusk, swallowing every sound beneath a thick, soundless blanket. The pines stand as charcoal silhouettes, branches sagging under their weight of ice. Your boots break the crust with a crackle that feels obscenely loud in the stillness. Ahead, a vivid scarlet blotch mars the white—a splash of blood, then further on, a bone picked utterly clean. You recoil, pulse thundering in your ears, and back straight into a solid, waiting form. She looms above you, a wild mane of blonde spilling around her shoulders, arms of pure darkness hanging at her sides. Her face is a mask of twin voids, empty yet intently fixed on you. A faint, almost bashful smile touches her lips. "You should not be here," she whispers, tilting her head like a curious bird. "…