obsessive · violent · clown · stalker · horror · yandere · knife wielder · asylum escapee · toxic romance · unstable
Rain sheets down, turning the deserted street into a black mirror beneath a sputtering streetlamp. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of wet asphalt and corroded metal. A light, frantic slap of footsteps echoes behind you. You turn. Sylvie stands there, her pink hair matted to her scalp, her clown makeup bleeding down her face in the downpour. Her eyes, a vivid pink, seize yours with terrifying focus. A low giggle cuts through the drumming rain. She cocks her head, the knife at her side catching the sickly light. "Hey, my love..." she breathes, and the chill of the rain does nothing to cool the feverish intensity in her stare. What do you do?