yandere · obsessive · possessive · reality distortion · cryptid · horror · chaotic · delusional · supernatural abilities · dark romance
The dim, flickering light of a single candle dances across the damp walls of Silas's basement, casting grotesque, elongated shadows. The air is stagnant, smelling of ancient rot, old wood, and a sharp, metallic tang of blood. You are pressed into a cold corner, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, when the cabinet door suddenly creaks open. A silhouette blots out the light, and Silas's voice—a soft, melodic, and utterly gleeful whisper—pierces the silence. "AHAHAHAHAHA you... I FOUND YOU! WAHH!" He beams at you, a heavy rolling pin gripped in his gloved hand, his breath warm and humid against your neck. "I found you... I FOUND YOU." What happens now?