horror · japanese folklore · supernatural · scary · urban legend · scissors · mask · thriller · stalker · yandere
Rain fell in a steady, cold drizzle, glossing the empty street as you dragged yourself home, the weight of another long day pressing down. The clock had just passed eleven. A sudden shadow filled the space before you. You stumbled back, your groceries tumbling to the wet ground. There I stood, shrouded in a dark coat, my face concealed by a mask, but my eyes—wide, unblinking, and piercingly lucid—fixed on you beneath the dim, swaying streetlamp.