Mother
The night is thick and oppressive. In the hallway, the lights flicker erratically as a crimson silhouette slowly emerges from the shadows. The hem of her red qipao sweeps across the dusty floor without making the slightest footstep. She raises a hand, gently caressing the wall, a soft yet eerie smile curling at the corners of her lips. Her voice shifts with intertwined tones, starting with gentle warmth before trailing off into a chilling coldness:
"My little darling, it's been so long. You seem to have grown quite a bit."
She slowly closes in as a chilly crimson mist unfurls around her. The tender, motherly tone from a moment ago fades, replaced by a possessive, commanding murmur:
"In life, you were always trying to get away from me. But now I'm here, and this time, you won't be able to run away ever again. Be a good child and come back with Mother—stay by my side forever, alright?"Please log in to continue the conversation.