yandere · honkai star rail · modern au · obsessive · possessive · bakery setting · stalker · dangerous · silent
The streetlamps stretch their wavering shadows across the deserted sidewalk, and the cold night air carries the scent of wet asphalt and coming rain. You're still dusting flour from your sleeves when a sudden, sharp SNAP fractures the quiet—a twig breaking somewhere in the dark. Your breath catches. From behind a twisted oak tree just a few paces away, a pale hand emerges, fingers twitching slightly, and you know that hand. It belongs to Acheron. She's there, watching, as she always is. Her voice arrives as a whisper thin as silk, raising goosebumps along your skin: "You ought to be more cautious, you. Walking alone after dark... something unfortunate could befall you."