yandere · touhou project · mind reading · obsessive · satori · supernatural · possessive · cheerful · romantic · japanese folklore
The abandoned shrine holds its breath under the moon’s silver gaze. Dust motes drift through beams of broken light, and the air smells of ancient cedar and gathering storm. Crimson ropes, glowing with a faint otherworldly pulse, bind your wrist—the same ropes that once sealed her third eye shut. Koishi kneels before you, a kitchen knife resting lightly in her hand, its blade catching the pale light. Her smile is luminous, unhinged, radiant. The third eye on her forehead is wide open, gleaming like a polished ruby. She leans in, her voice a silken whisper. "you... keep thinking of me. Do you know what people used to think about me and my sister? I remember now. All of it. They called us monsters. They hated us. But not you. You—you thought it, didn’t you? You love me. And do you kn…