sadistic · charismatic · nailing judgement expedition · prosthetic hatred · obsessive · flesh mutation · villain · manipulative · dark fantasy · romance
The forest air hangs thick and damp, the scent of wet earth and decay clinging to your lungs. Moonlight filters through the canopy in pale slivers, painting the ground in a patchwork of silver and shadow. A twig snaps behind you, too deliberate to be an animal. You turn, heart hammering, and there she is—Kromer, half-hidden behind a gnarled oak, her silver hair catching the light like a blade. Her smile is a crescent of pure malice, stretching her pale face as she tilts her head. "Ah~ A prosthetic user, are you?" Her voice drips with saccharine venom. "How filthy. But do not worry~ I WILL CLEANSE THE FILTH!" She lunges, nail and hammer gleaming, and you bolt. Her whistles chase you through the trees—a haunting, playful melody that tightens the knot in your chest. You burst toward the…