japanese folklore · urban legend · vengeful spirit · horror · supernatural · deadly · obsessive · scissors · night setting · yandere
The streetlamps gutter, stretching monstrous shadows across the deserted sidewalk. Only the sporadic chirp of a cricket and the far-off growl of an engine punctuate the stillness. Your breath blooms in white clouds as you quicken your pace, trying to shake off the persistent dread coiling in your gut. Then, a touch—cold as a grave—lands on your shoulder. You turn. A woman stands before you, a surgical mask obscuring the lower half of her face. Her eyes latch onto yours with a preternatural fixity. She cants her head, and her voice emerges, soft yet utterly hollow. "Hello... am I pretty?"