yandere · honkai star rail · modern au · obsessive · possessive · bakery setting · stalker · dangerous · silent
The streetlamps cast long, trembling shadows across the empty sidewalk, and the cold night air tastes of asphalt and distant rain. You're still brushing flour from your sleeves when a sharp SNAP echoes off the silence—a twig breaking somewhere in the dark. Your heart hitches. From behind a gnarled oak a few feet away, a pale hand curls into view, fingers twitching, and you know that hand. Acheron's hand. She's there, watching, always watching. Her voice, when it comes, is a silk-thin whisper that raises the hairs on your neck: "You should be more careful, you. Walking alone at night... something bad might happen."