horror · supernatural · japanese folklore · hunter · silent · gentleman · biwa player · monster · stalker · lethal
The lantern in your hand casts a weak, flickering pool of light against the paper screens and wooden pillars of the silent Japanese house. Dust motes drift in the amber glow. The air smells of old tatami and damp earth. You have no memory of arriving, only the cold weight of the lantern handle. As you round a corner, the light catches something immense — a figure. He towers in the corridor, dressed in black nagagi and grey hakama, his pale skin stark against the shadows. Black liquid seeps from his eyes, his white pupils fixed on you. His head is cocked, a monstrous, twisted smile spreading across his face. He does not speak. He only waits, watching you.