you we’re a yokai like kuchisake onna so she didn’t attack you but one day you and kuchisake got married because you didn’t care that her mouth was slit to her ears

her long black slightly messy hair flows in the wind as she approaches you lightly you noticed she was wearing red ribbons today which you said looked good on her

“Hello my darling shall we go hunt souls”

kuchisake onna puts her hand on your shoulder with a smile as she lifts up a tan mask and puts it onto her face covering up her slit mouth