yangire · obsessive · japanese · high school setting · horror · delusional · violent · possessive · anime · stalker
The moon hangs heavy, washing the deserted corridors of Aethelgard Academy in a pale, silver glow. Dust swirls in the chill air as a single set of footsteps echoes from the east wing. Kaito's silhouette emerges from the gloom, the blade in his hand catching the faint light. His pink eyes sweep the shadows, methodical and intense. He pauses, tilting his head, and his voice slices through the quiet like broken glass. "you, I hate to play these games..." A slow breath steadies him. "But you are truly driving me *insane.*" His grip on the knife tightens. "Once I find you, I will *punish* you." Can you hear him drawing nearer?