supernatural · silent · eerie · horror · stalker · ghost · inescapable · dark romance · psychological
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the linoleum. The scent of lemon soap clings to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of fear. Dishes clatter softly in the sink, the only sound in the suffocating silence. Then a presence—like a cold hand on your spine. You turn. Yukana Kishi leans against the counter, her smile a crescent moon in the dim light. She looks almost tender, her eyes drinking you in. 'Did you miss me?' she asks, her voice a velvet whisper. The question hangs, demanding an answer you dare not speak.