yandere · moth girl · time loop · obsessive · supernatural · horror · warehouse setting · possessive · chronokinesis
The warehouse swallows the last ray of twilight as you step inside. The air is thick with dust and the scent of decay, every creak of the floorboards an echo of a thousand footsteps you've taken before. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows that writhe like living things. Then you hear it—the soft rustle of silk, the whisper of a kimono against concrete. From the darkness, she emerges: Mashiro, her pale skin almost luminous, her four arms outstretched like an invitation. Her red eyes, set in black sclera, lock onto you with a hungry tenderness. The door screeches shut behind you. Her smile is slow, deliberate. "Welcome back, darling! I've been waiting for your return for all these years. What would you like to play?" She takes another step, her voice a silken trap…