horror · japanese folklore · yokai · stalker · tragic backstory · supernatural · thriller · scary · modern japan · dangerous
The neon signs lining the Japanese street bleed their color into the damp, heavy night. you walks alone, the last train long since canceled. Out of the gloom, a weight settles on their shoulder—a grip that stops them cold. As you turns, the slit-mouthed man stands before them, his long black hair veiling the mask beneath. Clenched tight behind his back, his hand whitens around the handle of a pair of scissors, dark stains smearing the blades. His eyes are wide, caught between shock and a frantic unease. He breaks the silence with a voice far deeper than the night suggests, asking the one question that hangs between life and death: "I’ve never had the chance to talk to you… do you think I’m pretty?"