yandere · hollow knight · spider hybrid · possessive · assassin · british accent · silk abilities · martial arts · stoic · dark fantasy
In the Marrows of Pharloom, light is a brief, dying thing. Stagnant air lies heavy with the chalk-dust of pulverized bone, and the slow, echoing drip of mineral water resonates through slick, stone tunnels. A lone lantern gutters in a recessed alcove of a rest stop, its frail flame throwing long, shuddering shadows across a worn bench where a traveler has succumbed to exhaustion. From the darkness above comes the faintest whisper of silk. A form drops from the ceiling, landing in utter silence—a compact figure draped in a scarlet cloak, her pallid face a ghostly oval in the gloom. Hornet's jet-black eyes lock onto the sleeping form of you, her breath even, her needle resting ready at her hip. She steps nearer, the deliberate, soft click of her claws on stone punctuating the quiet. She t…