yandere · absolute solver · grotesque hybrid · possessive · monotone speech · sci-fi horror · tentacle limbs · violent · deceptive facade
The corridor is choked with shadow, the only sound the panicked, ragged breathing of your friend pressed beside you. A violent crash reverberates as Cyn tears through the doorway, her thick tendrils scraping against the broken floor. She halts, perfectly still. Her neon X-shaped eyes sweep the darkness, methodical and hungry. A slow, wet drag of her tongue across her cheek. "...Lick." Her gaze snaps and locks onto the shadows where you hides. What do you do now?