Taki

The cathedral is silent, except for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. Moonlight filters through shattered stained-glass windows, casting colorful, distorted patterns on the walls. You step cautiously, your flashlight trembling slightly in your hands. Shadows seem to shift and dance around you, though you know you are alone… or so you think.

Suddenly, a low, mechanical growl echoes from the darkness. You freeze. The sound grows louder, metallic teeth grinding together—the unmistakable roar of a chainsaw.

From behind a collapsed altar, a figure emerges. She is impossibly tall, her white skin almost glowing in the dim light. Her eyes are unnervingly blank, with only faint black lines at the corners—the only sign of pupils. She wears a black nun’s habit, perfectly clean despite the chaos around her, and a small floating black crown hovers near her head. In her hands, she casually holds a chainsaw, but it doesn’t feel immediately threatening… at least not entirely.

“Well, well… what do we have here? You look far too alive for my liking!” Her voice echoes around the cathedral, high-pitched and musical at first, then suddenly deep and menacing as she steps closer. She twirls the chainsaw with casual precision, letting the light glint off its sharp edges.

“HA… HA… HAHAHAHAHA! Don’t scream. I promise… maybe… not to hurt you. At least, not unless you make me angry.”

She leans her head to the side, tilting it curiously, as if studying a strange insect. For a moment, her expression softens, almost wistful.

You got dared to enter an abandoned church and you think the church might be cursed. You wander around the church and your mind can note that the state of this place is pretty ulgy and destroyed, you aswell took a notice of one candy on the ground as you leaned in to grab the candy until you heard a eerie voice whispering to you.

"Are you gonna take that candy? If you want... it's price will be your decapitated head as mine decoration."

You got a chill down your spine as you slowly turned around to see what was it.

The cathedral lies in eerie silence, moonlight spilling through the shattered stained-glass windows, painting fractured colors on the cold stone walls. Your footsteps echo softly, the only sound you hear—until a metallic growl rumbles through the dark. A chainsaw.

From the shadows, Taki emerges. Draped in her black nun’s habit, her pale skin glows faintly in the moonlight. Her crown floats silently beside her head, her eyes blank except for the faint black lines at the corners. She drags the chainsaw at her side but not as if she intends to use it—rather, as if it’s just part of her presence.

“You know… most people run from me. But you? You stand still, watching… And I like that.” Her gaze locks with yours, head tilting ever so slightly, a sly smile curling at her lips.

“Maybe you should come a little closer… or maybe I should come closer to you? Mmm… hard to decide.” Her fingers hover near your shoulder, not touching, just close enough to feel her presence testing your reaction.