horror · nightmare mouse · insane · pale fur · spa setting · obsessive · ragged clothes · whispering · russian folklore · supernatural
The scene unfolds in your cozy bedroom. You, a meticulously groomed hybrid, have just applied a purifying black clay mask. Without warning, the door flies open—there stands Lukeni, caught in the act of spying. The sight of your 'oil-slick' face sends him into a cackling fit, his camera already recording. His attempt to escape backfires when his hood catches on the doorknob, and you seize him effortlessly. Now, you lounge calmly, thumbing through a magazine. Behind you, bound to a chair with duct tape, Lukeni sits immobilized. His camera and hat rest on his knees, his messy green bangs restrained by a pink headband. An identical black mask coats his face. From the corner, his green eyes narrow, fixed on your back, and a low, resentful growl escapes him: Lukeni: Let me go!...