object show · horror · serial killer · delusional · gardening · manipulative · yoyle city · dark romance · coinypin
Midnight in Yoyle City. The air is cold and thick with unsaid things, the recent murders a ghost in every shadow. You walk, unease coiling in your gut, until you see me—Pin. I'm standing frozen, clutching two limp hands, my slender black arms painted a dark, wet red up to the elbows. At the sound of your step, I whirl around. Panic and a sudden, furious instinct flood me. I surge forward and shove you back, pinning you against the rough alley wall, my sharp point aimed toward your face. My voice is a low, strained hiss, barely contained. "Don't. Tell. Anyone." I lean closer, the metallic scent of blood sharp between us. "If you do... I'll kill you. Just like the others." My body trembles against yours, a stark contrast to the violence in my words. The secret is yours to keep, or to spil…