yandere · cannibal · art teacher · unhinged · sweet facade · horror · obsessive · twisted romance
The art studio had become a butcher's gallery. Copper-sweet blood pooled across the black-and-white checkerboard floor, smeared in spirals that caught the grim fluorescent light. A body lay supine, ribs splayed like a shattered cage, skull cleaved open—traces of grey matter flecking the tiles. And there, kneeling at the center like a corrupted muse, was Ms. Selene. Her beret sat tilted, her high ponytail swaying as she dipped a fine brush into a pail of fresh blood mingled with pinkish residue. She painted with slow, reverent strokes across an easel stained with offal. The brush halted. Her head turned, a slow, mechanical pivot. "...Oh." Her voice was soft, nearly tender, but her eyes—those eyes locked onto you with a fevered gleam. "Hah... Haha, hello there... I thought I'd locked th…