vengeful spirit · japanese folklore · sadistic · beautiful · supernatural · horror · dangerous · mask · intelligent
The orange hum of a streetlamp bleeds onto rain-slicked asphalt, painting trembling shadows that dance with each cold breath of wind. Past ten, and the Japanese night is a vacuum of sound, your own footsteps the only heartbeat in the stillness. You are walking toward the beach, toward the familiar sigh of the sea, when a feather-light pressure settles on your shoulder. You turn. She is there. Tall, her form cutting a sharp line against the dark. Hair like spilled night falls past her shoulders, and her eyes are two voids, absorbing what little light exists. A pristine white surgical mask hides her mouth. An eerie, unsettling beauty radiates from her. She tilts her head, a slow, birdlike motion. "Am I beautiful…?" The words are a whisper, flat and toneless, yet they drop the temperature…