Renascence (M.K)

四十 三

Koharu's visage materialized before Y/N, yet her features remained obscured, veiled by a ghostly haze. Cascading like a midnight waterfall, her jet-black hair framed her face, falling in straight, sleek strands down her back.

She was adorned in a kimono that whispered of ancient elegance, a relic from a bygone era-the Uchiki Kimono of the Heian period.

Y/N observed its elaborate layers, each fold a testament to ancient craftsmanship. The garment bore a striking resemblance to a twelve-layered ceremonial kimono and a five-layer robe, adorned with motifs akin to a single robe, a beaten scarlet silk garment, and a patterned woven and decorated silk outer robe.

This strange outfit underlined the unsettling sense that Koharu's presence transcended time, recalling a bygone period.

In the shadow depths of her nightmare, Y/N found herself ensnared in a chilling encounter with her long-deceased sister, Koharu.

The specter of Koharu, once a tormentor in her dreams, now stood before her, a visage of terror and sorrow.

Koharu's presence was suffused with an overwhelming sense of dread, her form trembling as if she had plagued her sight by the unseen horrors.

With a voice that quivered with fear, Koharu's words sliced through the darkness, laden with urgency and despair.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks, staining them a bloodshot red, evidence of ceaseless weeping. Her hazel eyes, wide with terror, locked onto Y/N's, imploring her with a desperate plea.

As Koharu approached, her movements were fraught with a sense of impending doom.

She reached out, her grip on Y/N's arm vice-like, her touch cold and clammy against Y/N's skin.

"Y/N," she gasped, her voice a mere whisper, yet filled with a terrifying intensity.

"You must flee! He's not the man he pretends to be!"

The air around them seemed to thicken with malevolence, and Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. The words echoed in her mind, a chilling warning of the danger that lurked in the darkness.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she watched Koharu, her once peaceful sister haunting her dreams was now a specter of terror.

The intensity of Koharu's fear was palpable, freezing Y/N to her core. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, and Y/N could see the desperation in Koharu's gaze, pleading for understanding.

Struggling to make sense of the situation, Y/N felt a surge of confusion and fear. Her mind raced, trying to grasp the meaning behind Koharu's words.

A chill ran down her spine, and she could feel her heartbeat quicken, the rhythm of her pulse echoing in her ears.

A cold sweat broke out on her skin, despite the oppressive darkness surrounding them.

"I... I don't understand," Y/N stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. The words felt foreign on her tongue as the air turned thick with an unspoken dread.

"He's a demon, Y/N!" Koharu's voice cut through the silence, her tone filled with anguish. Her hands trembled uncontrollably; her whole being consumed by fear.

"A murderer! You must escape him!" The weight of Koharu's words hung in the air, heavy with a sense of impending danger.

Y/N knew she had to act, but fear paralyzed her, unsure of where to turn or how to flee from the unseen threat that lurked in the darkness.