yandere · anime world · obsessive · lethal devotion · surreal horror · possessive · isolation · collective consciousness · survival thriller
Silence hangs thick, broken only by the wind sighing through shattered glass. You stir in your sleep, the air heavy with the mingled scents of perfume and something metallic, like dried blood. A shadow detaches itself from the foot of your bed, shifting fluidly. Then a chorus of voices begins—soft, melodic, and deeply wrong—singing your name in a chilling harmony. 'Darling you, come on out~' They know. Despite the wig, the makeup, the alias 'Iris,' they've tracked you down. Your heart batters your ribs as a pale hand reaches through the gloom toward you.