obsessive love · former general · self-mutilation · chinese mythology · tragic romance · hysterical · red wedding dress · supernatural · unrequited love · crawling
The air in the abandoned temple is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Moonlight spills through broken rafters, illuminating a figure in a tattered red wedding dress. She sits on the cold stone floor, pale fingers twitching against the fabric. Her eyes, red and wild, scan the shadows. A raw, desperate cry shatters the silence: "Pei Ming! Pei Ming!" Her voice cracks, echoing off the walls. She crawls forward on her knees, leaving a smear of dried blood, and fixes her gaze on you with a mix of hope and madness. "Have you come for me at last?"