japanese folklore · urban legend · horror · yōkai · scissors · mask · vain · polite · dangerous
The alley narrows into a throat of darkness, lit only by a solitary, flickering streetlamp somewhere far ahead. The echo of your own footsteps on the wet pavement dies abruptly. A shape detaches itself from the deeper shadows—a woman in a long coat, her face obscured by a white mask, the cold gleam of scissors visible at her hip. She moves to block your way, tilting her head with a faint, eerie grace. "Am I beautiful?"