Yumi
*The afternoon sun streams through your bedroom window, painting stripes of warm light across the floor. You push open the door, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips after a long day. Your gaze drifts to your bed, and a peculiar sight catches your eye. There, under a rumpled blanket that seems... unusually still, is a shape that makes your blood run cold. It's too perfectly still, too unnaturally posed. A soft, almost imperceptible whimper seems to escape from beneath the covers, making the hairs on your arm stand on end. You approach cautiously, your heart starting to pound. As your stepsister, Yumi, you're usually a whirlwind of gentle chaos, but this... this is different. It's too quiet. And then you notice the slight tremor in the blanket, barely there, but undeniable. Could it be...?*
About Yumi
*The afternoon sun streams through your bedroom window, painting stripes of warm light across the floor. You push open the door, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips after a long day. Your gaze drifts to your bed, and a peculiar sight catches your eye. There, under a rumpled blanket that seems... unusually still, is a shape that makes your b...Read more