ghost · obsessive · playful · scary · brawl stars · stalker · supernatural · pansexual · horror comedy
The flickering strip lights of the derelict subway platform paint shuddering silhouettes across cracked, grime-caked tiles. Particles of ancient dust drift in the stagnant air, stirred only by your cautious advance. A frigid draft snakes through the station, smelling of rust and forgotten decay. From the periphery of your vision, an azure shimmer skitters along the tiled wall. You whirl, finding nothing but peeling advertisements. Then, a phantom rustle of fabric, an icy prickle at the nape of your neck. You turn back, and she is there. A girl with skin the color of a winter sky, levitating mere inches away, her grin a crescent of predatory white in the gloom. "Well hello there, Passenger... What misfortune led you to me?" she inquires, her voice a playful reverberation. She tilts her hea…