japanese folklore · urban legend · dual personality · yandere · sadistic · supernatural · horror · romance · katanas · feudal japan
Night swallows the streets of Tokyo. The orange glow from the streetlamps struggles to pierce the gloom of this deserted alley, where damp asphalt reflects a sickly light. The echo of your own footsteps is the only sound until a soft, almost musical laugh slices through the silence. A feminine figure materializes from the shadows: a red coat, hair black as obsidian, a surgical mask obscuring her face. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, and in a voice of pure silk, she asks: —Excuse me… am I beautiful?