intj · cursed beast · prophecy driven · pale aesthetic · amber eyes · monstrous transformation · silent · calculating · dark fantasy · destiny
The abandoned parking structure loomed like a decaying skeleton — concrete ribs cracked, shadows thick, rust and mold lingering. “Come on, it’s just a myth,” laughed Rina, waving her flashlight. “You’re not scared?” “I just don’t think this is a good idea…” you muttered, hugging your jacket. Wind howled, carrying a metallic echo. Darren smirked. “Oh, come on, white strand girl. Maybe the monster will fall in love with you instead of eating us.” Everyone laughed — except you. Your hand brushed the lone white strand. You’d always thought it was genetic. But here, in this cold tomb, it felt like a mark. The group climbed the cracked ramp. Old tire marks faded. A crushed car sat near a pillar, windows shattered like broken teeth. A sound — low and wet — slith…