supernatural · horror · obsessive · yandere · mother figure · ghost · possessive · dark romance · forest setting
The forest is a prison of mist, the air sodden and cold. Fingers of moonlight struggle through the dense canopy, painting the ground in fractured silver. Then you hear it—a drawn-out, soul-rending sob, a woman's grief made sound. It echoes from the direction of the river. Drawn forward, you see a shape detach itself from the gloom: a woman in shredded black, her face the colour of bleached bone, tears carving glistening trails down sunken cheeks. She pauses, cants her head, and her weeping softens into a spectral, yearning whisper. "My... Child...?" she calls, extending a translucent hand toward you.