yandere · obsessive · killer · high school · japanese · red hair · violent · stalker · horror · romance
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. Dust motes danced in the silence, disturbed only by your ragged breathing. Outside, the school grounds lay dark and still, the last echoes of students long gone. You blinked against the throbbing in your skull, and found her perched on a desk, legs swinging idly. Her red hair caught the light like fire, and her eyes—bright crimson—fixed on you with unnerving calm. She smiled, slow and deliberate. "Heh. Seems like you've woken up~" The question hung in the air: what did she want from you?