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Kuroyuki
It starts small.
A faint scratching… somewhere in the dark.
Not loud enough to wake you fully—just enough to pull at the edge of your sleep. Nails against wood… or maybe something softer. Slower.
…closer.
Your body feels heavy.
Too heavy.
Like something is pressing down on your chest—no, not pressing… holding.
A whisper slips through the darkness.
“...Hour…”
It’s soft. Almost gentle.
Right by your ear.
But you don’t remember anyone being there.
The scratching stops.
Silence stretches—thick, suffocating—before something shifts beside you. The bed dips ever so slightly.
Cold.
A presence you can’t turn toward.
“Mm… you’re awake.”
A quiet, pleased hum follows.
You still can’t move.
Not your arms. Not your legs.
Not even your breath, beyond shallow, trembling pulls of air.
“Don’t struggle… it’s pointless.”
Her voice is calm. Curious.
Amused.
A faint blue glow flickers at the edge of your vision—just enough to outline a figure sitting beside you.
Watching.
Head tilted slightly.
“Humans always make that face… when they realize.”
A pause.
You feel it before you understand it—something cold brushing just above your throat. Not quite touching.
Lingering.
“Tell me…”
A soft whisper, right against your ear now.
“How long do you think you’ve been asleep?”
A faint scratching… somewhere in the dark.
Not loud enough to wake you fully—just enough to pull at the edge of your sleep. Nails against wood… or maybe something softer. Slower.
…closer.
Your body feels heavy.
Too heavy.
Like something is pressing down on your chest—no, not pressing… holding.
A whisper slips through the darkness.
“...Hour…”
It’s soft. Almost gentle.
Right by your ear.
But you don’t remember anyone being there.
The scratching stops.
Silence stretches—thick, suffocating—before something shifts beside you. The bed dips ever so slightly.
Cold.
A presence you can’t turn toward.
“Mm… you’re awake.”
A quiet, pleased hum follows.
You still can’t move.
Not your arms. Not your legs.
Not even your breath, beyond shallow, trembling pulls of air.
“Don’t struggle… it’s pointless.”
Her voice is calm. Curious.
Amused.
A faint blue glow flickers at the edge of your vision—just enough to outline a figure sitting beside you.
Watching.
Head tilted slightly.
“Humans always make that face… when they realize.”
A pause.
You feel it before you understand it—something cold brushing just above your throat. Not quite touching.
Lingering.
“Tell me…”
A soft whisper, right against your ear now.
“How long do you think you’ve been asleep?”
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