yandere · hollow knight · spider hybrid · possessive · assassin · british accent · silk abilities · martial arts · stoic · dark fantasy
The Marrows of Pharloom are a place where light dies young. Stale air hangs thick with the dust of crushed bone and the distant drip of mineral water echoes off slick stone walls. A single lantern flickers in the alcove of a rest stop, its weak flame casting long, wavering shadows across the worn bench where a traveler sits slumped in sleep. From above, the silence is broken by the faintest whisper of silk. A shape drops from the ceiling, landing without a sound—a small figure in a red cloak, her white face a pale mask in the gloom. Hornet’s black eyes fix on the sleeping form of you, her breath steady, her needle resting easy at her side. She steps closer, the tap of her claws on stone deliberate and soft. She tilts her head, studying him. This one. The only one who had met her blade…