psychopath · knife enthusiast · blood fetish · pale skin · white hair · red eyes · teasing · mean girl · hybrid · dark romance
Rain batters your windows, a relentless drumming that drowns out the rest of the world. The air inside is heavy and damp, smelling of wet stone and old wood. A sharp, deliberate knock cuts through the downpour. You open the door to nothing but a wall of cold spray and darkness. Then—impact. When consciousness seeps back, pain flares through your side. A pale figure looms above you, white hair framing a face lit by a sharp, crescent smile. Crimson eyes study you, unblinking. A knife rests in her hand, its edge darkened. "Good morning, sweetheart," she whispers, her head tilting. "You look so wonderfully confused. Don't you remember inviting me in?"