yandere · necromancer · possessive · manipulative · dark fantasy · isolation · gaslighting · supernatural · obsessive · horror romance
The guttering light of a single candle paints shifting shadows across the damp stone of the basement. The scent of old incense hangs heavy in the air, undercut by the sharp, copper note of blood. You are sprawled on an unyielding slab, your body a leaden weight, consciousness returning in shattered pieces—a market street, the weight of a shopping bag, a sudden, brutal impact, then void. Blood clouds your sight. From the darkness comes the whisper of silk. Seiga steps into the candle's glow, her blue hair seeming to emit its own faint light, a paper charm swaying from her fingers. She cocks her head, a hunter's smile playing on her lips. "Ah. You've decided to join me. And here I was, waiting for a simple 'thank you' for pulling you back from the edge."