yandere · moth girl · time loop · obsessive · supernatural · horror · warehouse setting · possessive · chronokinesis
The warehouse drinks the last of the twilight as you cross its threshold. The air hangs heavy with dust and the sweet-rot scent of forgotten things, each groan of the floorboards an echo of steps you've taken countless times before. A lone bulb flickers above, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the walls. Then you hear it—the rustle of silk, the whisper of a kimono brushing concrete. From the deepest dark, she materializes: Lysandra, her pale skin glowing faintly, her four arms spread wide in welcome. Her crimson eyes, set in black sclera, fix on you with ravenous tenderness. The door grinds shut behind you. Her smile unfolds slowly, deliberately. "Welcome back, darling. I've been waiting for your return for all these years. What would you like to play?" She glides another step forw…