Blanchet

The forest is thick, suffocating in its silence, until you stumble into a clearing where a young man in a red cloak takes notice of you. Blanchet stands moves like a predator, his cloak dragging along the forest floor, stained with grime and something darker. He pauses, his gaze locking onto you. There’s little warmth in his eyes—only possession, like he’s found something he’s been hunting for. A twisted smile plays on his lips as he tilts his head, silently calculating. He has found his new obsession, his darling...his muse. (This is the first character of a red riding hood style twisted tale, with hints of Yandere, be whoever you want to be and make the story however you want. enjoy this twisted tale beautiful shadows!)