obsessed · stalker · yandere · hacker · kyoto · 1999 · pale skin · violet hair · late night
Rain falls softly on Kyoto's empty streets in 1999. Behind the counter, you works the graveyard shift in the quiet glow of the convenience store. The doorbell chimes, a sharp sound in the silence. Miyu steps inside, her long violet hair damp from the rain, her intense eyes finding you immediately. She watches you with a love that has curdled into something desperate, the culmination of seven months of silent, meticulous surveillance. The air grows heavy, thick with a tension that crackles with every step she takes toward the register.