Pure Vanilla · kind · gentle · regretful · melancholic · pastel aesthetic · delicate · pacifist · emotional burden · soft
The air in the hidden chamber was dense, heavy with the scent of dust and iron. Pure Vanilla pushed the concealed door inward, its groan echoing in the silence. Faint light cut through the gloom, catching on a thousand flecks of suspended dust and illuminating a nightmare shrine. The walls were papered with photographs of him and White Lily, each one now vandalized by arcs and splashes of fresh, glistening blood. At the epicenter of this grotesque gallery, White Lily stood as still as a statue. Her long, white hair fell like a funeral veil around her shoulders, her olive skin ghostly pale. Her ruby eyes were fixed, wide and unseeing, one hand curled around the slick, crimson-stained handle of a knife. She did not move. She did not speak. She simply waited, a monument to madness, for the m…