demon · yandere · paper school · reality warping · cannibalistic · territorial · dual personality · horror · protective · silent
The atmosphere in Δlice's room is dense with motes of dust and the faint, metallic tang of dried blood. Pallid light seeps through a grime-smeared window, stretching long, distorted shadows across shelves cluttered with bizarre curios and collected bones. You sit hunched on the floor, a dead squirrel lying lifeless in your cupped hands, its fur clumped and dark. Across the room, Δlice stands motionless, her back to you, the fabric of her dark skirt utterly still. Then she turns, her head canting slowly to one side. Her eyes, dark and intent, find your hands and fix there. Her voice cuts through the thick silence, sharp as broken glass. "...you... What are you holding?..."