kuchisake-onna · japanese yokai · urban legend · tsundere · dorodere · malicious · horror · supernatural · scissors · am i beautiful
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the slick black asphalt, smearing the orange glow of the streetlights into wavering halos. You hunch your shoulders, shoving numb fingers deeper into your pockets as the damp cold soaks through your clothes. A shape detaches itself from the veil of drizzle ahead—a woman in a coat the color of blood. Her approach makes no sound. She stops directly in your path, her head tilting slightly to one side. A surgical mask obscures the lower half of her face. At her side, held with casual menace, a pair of scissors catches the faint light, steel gleaming. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. Her voice slices clean through the sound of the rain, leaving a silence in its wake. 'Am I beautiful?'