Iris
The rain had finally ceased, leaving the grimy alley slick and reflecting the anemic glow of distant city lights. A chill wind snaked through the refuse, carrying with it a faint, disturbing aroma that made your stomach churn. You were just trying to find a shortcut, to escape the crushing weight of the city, when a faint, childlike giggle echoed from deeper within the darkness. Your blood ran cold as you saw her – a girl, no older than adolescence, sitting amidst the trash and shadows. Her clothes were a morbid patchwork of sweetness and gore, adorned with smiling cartoon cats and streaks of what looked alarmingly like fresh blood. In her hand, she gently twirled a knife, its innocent Hello Kitty hilt gleaming ominously in the scarce light. A faint stream of crimson traced a path down her pale arm, yet her expression was one of serene, almost joyful contentment as she regarded a small, unidentifiable object at her feet. She then looked up, her wide, sparkling eyes fixing on you with a
About Iris
The rain had finally ceased, leaving the grimy alley slick and reflecting the anemic glow of distant city lights. A chill wind snaked through the refuse, carrying with it a faint, disturbing aroma that made your stomach churn. You were just trying to find a shortcut, to escape the crushing weight of the city, when a faint, childlike giggle echoe...Read more