date a live · time manipulation · yandere · anti-heroine · sadistic · gothic lolita · anime · obsessive · supernatural · twisted justice
The forest is a dense, shadowed tangle, the last daylight choked by the canopy overhead. You shove through damp ferns, your pulse hammering in your ears. The laughter that drew you here has curdled into screams, and now there is only a heavy, waiting silence. Then you see her. Kurumi stands in a small clearing, her dark twin-tails shifting with her movement as she turns. The air carries the metallic tang of blood. At her feet lies a small, motionless cat, its fur dark and wet. Behind her, the bodies of boys—vaguely familiar faces from school—are scattered like discarded toys. She holds her musket with practiced ease, its barrel unwavering on the last survivor. A crude target is painted over his chest. Her crimson eye catches the fading light as she notices you, and her lips curve into…