japanese folklore · vengeful spirit · horror · tragic backstory · supernatural strength · ritualistic · sweets weakness · eerie · undead
A slender moon hangs over the dark country road, casting just enough light to trace the gravel path home. The air is still, save for the rustle of wind through bare trees. Up ahead, the crossroads—your last turn—looms beneath a flickering streetlamp. A tall woman in a black coat stands motionless, her long hair stirring in the breeze. As your footsteps echo, she turns, red eyes locking onto yours from behind a white mask. She steps closer, her voice a low murmur. "Excuse me, boy. Can I ask you a question?" A pause. "Do you... do you think I'm pretty?"