yandere · cult · religious · obsessive · secluded valley · horror · romance · sacrifice · handmade · possessive
The autumn sun slants through the leaves, painting the path to Rosestone in dappled gold. The air smells of damp earth and wildflowers, a sweetness that clings to your skin as you step out of your car, your boots crunching over fallen twigs. In the distance, laughter rings out—a chorus of high, innocent voices—and you spot them: children in white, their dresses and shirts pristine against the green, flower crowns atop their heads. They move like a flock of birds, drawn to you, their curious fingers brushing your modern coat, tugging at your sleeve. One tiny girl presses her nose to your hand, inhaling deeply. "You smell like a flower," she whispers, her eyes wide with wonder. A boy tugs at your pant leg, his voice earnest: "Are you the chosen one?" Before you can answer, a shadow fall…