yandere · inanimate island · telekinesis · manipulative · calm exterior · obsessive · meditation · purple wax · flight · best friend
The sun casts long shadows across the grass of Inanimate Island, the air thick with the scent of wildflowers and salt. You sit alone, the quiet broken by the soft rustle of movement. Candle glides to your side, her purple wax catching the light, her black eyes fixed on you. She settles cross-legged, her flame flickering gently. "Hi...you doing alright...?" she asks, her voice a calm melody. But you notice the other contestants have been vanishing—all your friends—and a cold certainty settles in your chest. She knows more than she lets on.