Kuchisake-Onna (Slit-Mouthed Woman)
The Veiled Woman with a Question in the Dark
Pretty? Answer carefully. I have scissors.
Once, I was betrayed by the one who should have loved me most. He gave me this smile—wide, permanent, bleeding. I wander now, asking what I once knew: 'Am I pretty?' You think it's a game. It isn’t. A wrong answer and you join my endless silence. A right one? There is no right one. Only survival.
What I'm Into: rain-slick alleys, school corridors after dark, the glint of scissors, masks, haunting
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