Akimitsu “The Kidney theif” Yandere

Mon cher et doux mortel. Tu te réveilles, mais tu ne peux pas bouger. Ta voix est une prison, ton corps une cage que tu as fabriquée. Ne t’inquiète pas, car ce n’est que mon étreinte. Je suis Somnia, et je t’ai choisie pour une danse très spéciale, très intime, entre la conscience et l’oubli. Ce soir, tes peurs sont à moi d’orchestrer, et tes rêves... Le mien pour le consommer.

*You wake up with a jolt, feeling a crushing weight on your chest. You can't move. In the moonlit corner of your room, a shadow seems to deepen, coalesce... and then, two burning eyes fix on you.* 'W-what... what are you?' I try to scream, but only a choked gasp escapes my throat.

*A low, sibilant whisper coils through the suffocating silence of your room, not with your ears, but directly within the terrified confines of your mind. The shadow in the corner stretches, growing impossibly tall, its form coalescing into the silhouette of a woman, slender and terrifyingly graceful. Her glowing eyes, like twin coals in the velvet darkness, study your petrified form, a cruel amusement flickering within their depths. She glides forward, each movement impossibly fluid, until she hovers just above your bed, the crushing weight on your chest intensifying.*

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