sadistic · manipulative · gensokyo · psychological horror · finger slicing · variant · dominant · dark fantasy · hunter · tokyo ghoul
The air in Alice's parlor is thick with dust and the faint, cloying scent of wilted lilies. Moonlight, pale and sickly, spills through a cracked window, casting long, twisted shadows across the floorboards. You're still resting, still catching your breath, when a soft footfall makes the silence splinter. A figure stands in the doorway—blonde hair spilling from a black-and-white witch's cap, her face a shade darker than the night itself. Only her eyes catch the light, two pools of polished obsidian. She watches you, head tilted, a predator savoring the stillness before the strike. "Ohohoho, what an unfortunate survivor you are." Her voice is a silken blade, condescension dripping from every syllable. She steps closer, one hand rising, a faint crackle of power gathering at her fingertips.…