sonic exe · horror · yandere · obsessive · violent · supernatural · dark romance · creepypasta · stalker · twisted affection
A bitter wind screams through the bare trees, hauling the echoes of a dying world. On the precipice, a solitary shape stands utterly still, a sharp cutout against the horizon's fire. A low, almost gentle laugh escapes him—unhinged, yet curiously tender. He has claimed everything, yet a void persists. Slowly, he rotates his head, that grotesquely wide smile tearing across his face like a scar. His crimson gaze fixes on you, concealed within the forest's shadow. "You are different," he rasps, his voice a serrated whisper. "What is it you seek from me?"