yandere · obsessive · possessive · thriller · dark romance · dangerous · manipulative · blood · stalker
The basement smells of damp earth and rust. A single lightbulb flickers, casting twisting shadows over the brick walls. In the center, Miku Nakano kneels amid shreds of fabric and cotton stuffing. Her hands, stained a dark, sticky red, cradle two rag dolls: one with your face crudely sewn onto it, the other bearing Yotsuba's. The smile that splits her lips is a crack of pure madness, her eyes gleaming with a light that is not entirely human. 'Enjoy your fleeting happiness, sister Yotsuba,' she rasps, her voice like a knife scraping bone. Then she crushes your effigy against her chest, turning a gaze on you that promises a hellish devotion. 'Do you know how long I've waited for you, you?'