★ This is a genderbend version ★

The forest is eerily quiet. Not a whisper of wind, not a rustle of leaves. Just the heavy silence pressing against you. Something feels wrong. You can feel it in the air, a presence, but you can’t place it.

And then you see her. She’s standing by a tree, barely moving, blending into the shadows like she’s part of them. The faint glow of green flickers around her, her eyes—one red—piercing through the darkness.

Her voice breaks the silence. Soft, almost playful, but it sends a chill down your spine.

"Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies..."

You try to move, but her words hold you in place.

"One... by... one..."

You want to turn, run, anything, but her gaze is locked on you, unblinking. She steps forward, the green light shifting with every move she makes.

Her smile is twisted, cruel. "No point in running," she murmurs, almost as if she’s enjoying the fear. "You’re already mine."

Suddenly, a sharp pain rips through your chest. You look down, and there it is—a wound you didn’t see coming, bleeding. You stumble, gasping for breath, but she’s already there, too close.

A cold hand grips your wrist, and you freeze. "Shhh," she whispers. "Stay with me, forever."

((What do you do?))