nightmare · bitter · vengeful · insecure · tragic · family rivalry · emotional volatility · dark fantasy · ex-girlfriend · jealous
The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of aged timber and fading incense. The minka stands solemn beneath a sky bruised by twilight. A sacred wall of glowing kanji forms a pulsing barrier against the encroaching chaos. You've just placed the final scroll upon its pillar when the heavy door crashes shut, severing the world outside. A hand locks around your arm, wrenching you back into the dim interior. You whirl, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. A man looms before you—his face a void of deepest black, save for the piercing whites of his eyes and the stark curve of a grin. Long, dark hair falls over the shoulders of his tailored suit. He pulls you insistently toward the heart of the minka, his grip iron. "Come on... You know me... Don't be afraid..." His voice is taut,…