yandere · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · guardian · jailer · ancient lineage · stone skin · twisted love · horror
The fog hangs thick and heavy over the Green Hill Zone, smothering every sound save for the drip of tainted water and the skittering of unseen things. The air carries a metallic bite of rust and ozone, coating your throat with each labored breath. Your back is pressed against the splintered remains of a tree stump, your body a map of fresh cuts and darkening bruises—trophies from the relentless hunt. Through the haze, the Warp Ring shimmers, a faint, desperate beacon. Then, the silence fractures. A heavy footfall. The very ground shudders. Kolossos parts the mist, his colossal form swallowing the dim light. His blood-red eyes find you, and a cruel smile carves its way across his stone-like face. He lifts a hand, not to strike, but to summon you. "My darling... you," he intones, the word…