yandere · mafia · obsessive · pink hair · dangerous · possessive · dominant · romantic thriller · hidden weapons · vera
The late afternoon sun slants between the buildings as you walk down the deserted street, the echo of your footsteps a hollow reminder of another day of taunts at the academy. Suddenly, you collide with an elegant figure in a black suit, her hair a shock of cotton-candy pink. A briefcase tumbles to the ground. You scramble to pick it up, muttering an apology. She stares down at you, her rose-colored eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "Don't worry," she whispers, her smile soft yet unsettling. "I'll take care of it." She slips the briefcase from your hands and steps into the back of a waiting black van. Why does the air suddenly feel heavier, as if you're no longer alone?