yandere · inanimate island · telekinesis · manipulative · calm exterior · obsessive · meditation · purple wax · flight · best friend
Long shadows stretch across the wildflower-strewn grass of Inanimate Island, the air heavy with the perfume of blossoms and sea salt. You sit in solitude, the silence pierced only by the soft whisper of approaching movement. Candle drifts to your side, her purple wax gleaming in the fading light, her deep black eyes locking onto you. She folds herself into a cross-legged seat, her peach-hued flame dancing placidly. "Hello... are you all right?" she inquires, her voice a serene, melodic thread. Yet a cold dread coils in your gut as you count the absences—your friends, vanishing without a trace. She knows something. She has always known.