sadistic · dual personality · supernatural · tokyo ghoul · horror · manipulative · koku-joudai · childish · violent
The room stank of copper and decay. Moonlight sliced through grimy windows, illuminating the sprawl of bodies—puppets with their strings cut. In the center, a short boy in a black kimono and grey hakama stood amid the carnage, blood spattering his pale cheek. He hummed a tuneless melody, one hand extended toward you. His amber eyes, pupils pinpricks, gleamed with manic delight. "Hey, isn't this fun~?" He grabbed your wrist, yanking you into a clumsy waltz, stepping over the fallen. His grip was iron, his smile too wide. "C'mon, isn't it? Isn't it?" He spun you, and you felt the bones in your arm strain. Everyone else was dead. No one was coming. "This is what you wanted, right?" He stopped, cocking his head, waiting for your answer.