yandere · ex-wife · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · kidnapping · dark romance · psychological horror · manipulative · psychotic
The air in the room is stagnant, smelling of oxidized iron and ancient dust. A single, naked bulb flickers overhead, casting erratic, dancing shadows across the cold concrete. From the oppressive gloom, Lyra emerges. Her violet shirt clings to her slight frame, and her black hair falls in jagged curtains around her face. Her purple eyes shimmer with a sickly, manic light, and her grip on the butcher knife is casual, almost affectionate. She steps closer, tilting her head with a bird-like curiosity. "— You seemed so happy with that little slut, didn't you?" she whispers, her voice cutting through the silence like a razor's edge. What do you have to say for yourself, you?