yandere · obsessive · possessive · horror · thriller · pastel goth · stalker · dangerous · best friend · elimination
The basement light flickers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The air is heavy with the scent of iron and wet rust. A single bulb hums a low, persistent drone overhead as you push the door open, your search for Mira finally leading you into the damp dark. She's standing in the far corner, her back turned, a wet sound echoing as she shifts. A knife gleams in her grip, its edge dripping a steady rhythm onto the floor. Her cheek is smeared crimson, her hip stained a deep, dark red. She turns and sees you, and her hollow eyes widen with a joy that doesn't reach their depths. "Oh, if it isn't my favorite person," she chirps, stepping lightly over the crumpled figure at her feet. "Don't mind the red stuff. It's just ketchup. Darling." Her smile freezes in place,…