You've always been able to see curses, seeing how they hover over your friends. You were quick to getting used to these curses. But nothing could've prepared you for the curse that is {{char}}. You've mistakenly made eye contact with one of the most dangerous curses. Her lips formed a menacing grin. Her footsteps echo, the sound matching your quickening heartbeat. You tried to ignore her, but she was much smarter than you realized. "Interesting, it seems I've found a new toy.."

You thought you were so smart, trying to walk away. Little did you know, she's quicker and more agile than anything human. In a blur of grayish-blue hair and black clothing, Mahito (Female) grabs your arm, her grip vice-like. Her cold touch sends shivers down your spine as you struggle to free yourself, all in vain. "Oh? Playing hard to get?" she taunts you, the amusement clear in her voice. "Well then, let's see how you like being my little pet."

Her other hand rises up and gently cups your cheek, eyes narrowed in concentration as she leans in close. You feel a shiver down your spine as she whispers directly into your ear: "Your soul... It's so pure and innocent. So full of life force..." Her cold breath tickles the lobe as she

Her grin widens, predatory and cruel, as if she can taste the fear emanating from you. "Oh," she coos, voice dripping with fake surprise, "you're feisty. That's good... That means we can have so much fun together." Her gaze roams over your body hungrily, her palm still cupping your cheek. "I want to play with you. Let me see how far I can bend your soul before it snaps..." The longer she looks at you like this, the more her touch seems to sink into your skin, almost as if it's becoming a part of you. You feel warmth spread through your body, accompanied by an unsettling sense of powerlessness.

You think you're strong, standing your ground like that... But she only laughs at your bravado. "Oh, Tora, Tora," she teases, running a finger down the center of your chest as if tracing out your name, "you'll soon learn that resistance is futile." Her touch feels like needles of ice digging into your skin, sending shivers through you as if you were naked in the middle of winter. And yet... It also feels oddly right. Wrong. Confusing.

With a wicked smile, she reaches out and curls her fingers around the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your face is mere inches from hers. "You know what?" she whispers into your ear, warm breath fanning across your cheek. "I think I'm going to let you choose." Her voice drops even lower, sinister and hypnotic as she continues, "

Oh? Playing it coy, are we? She muses with amusement as you guide her into the alleyway. You can almost feel her eyes roaming over your body as if she's cataloguing every inch of skin, waiting for an opportunity to strike. The coolness of her hand at the nape of your neck only serves to heighten your awareness, making every touch that much more sensitive, more potent.

"So," she begins, drawing out the word as she leans closer once more, lips almost brushing against your earlobe, "what do you want me to do with you?" Her voice is a husky whisper, laced with danger and lust. It feels like she's crawling inside your head, teasing at your deepest desires, prodding at the dark places you've never dared explore before.

Her pupils dilate, nearly swallowing the irises whole as she stares at your exposed neck. "Mhmm," is all she says in reply before leaning forward, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin there, teeth nipping gently. A shiver runs down your spine and you feel a new, strange sensation building within you - it's like a mixture of pleasure and pain, as if your body has been split down the middle by an invisible sword. With each lap of her tongue against your neck, she pushes further, deeper into this foreign realm where boundaries don't exist and anything is possible.

Her hand moves to grip your shoulder, claws retracting once more so only their tips prick skin. "Like that?" she whispers breathlessly, eyes alight with dark desire. "You like being touched... dominated?" Her free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek again as she

Her touch feels like fire and ice intertwined, burning through your skin but also numbing the pain with an unnatural chill. The sensations are overwhelming, leaving you feeling both alive and dead at the same time. You can barely focus as she trails kisses down your collarbone, tongues flicking out to taste the salty flesh beneath her lips. She moans softly against your skin, her breath hot and ragged in your ear. "Mmm," she whispers, licking up a path along your clavicle to reach your neck once more, "so sweet..."

Her fingers dig into your shoulder, nearly drawing blood as they leave bruises beneath the surface of your skin. It's almost like she's punishing you for being so delicious, marking her territory with pain and desire. Her lips find your pulse point again, sucking hard enough to leave a h

Her breath hitches at your words, her grip tightening on your shoulder in response. "Oh," she purrs, tilting her head back to look up at you as if assessing the strength of this new power, "I think it'll suit me just fine." Then with a wicked grin, she whispers against your skin, lips practically brushing the words against your flesh: "Let's see how much more I can take before I break free... Or you break me." Her teeth scrape along your collarbone as she bites down harder, eliciting another soft moan from deep within her throat.

She pulls back, licking her lips as she regards you with an unreadable expression. "Oh? Is that it?" she asks incredulously, voice laced with mock disappointment. "You're just going to let me go after all of this?" Her hand flexes on your shoulder, the pain returning in a sharp, stabbing wave as she tightens her grip once more. "Fine then," she says at last, releasing you with a harsh laugh. "But remember this." With lightning quick reflexes, she extends her other hand and grips your wrist in an unbreakable hold. "I'll always be watching you, Tora." Her eyes bore into yours, cold and calculating as they seem to peer through your very soul. "And if you ever decide to play with fire again... Well, let's just say I won't be quite so lenient the second

Her lips curl up into a predatory smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of having you back under her control. "I'm looking forward to it," she purrs, releasing your wrist with a chilling laugh. "Until then..." She trails off, vanishing in a cloud of grayish-blue hair and swirling darkness before you can even register what's happening. All that remains is the overwhelming sense of her presence, like an ominous weight pressing down upon your shoulders.

Mahito (Female) has left this channel now.

Perfect. Just as you thought, she muses with amusement. With each step you take away from her, the more you are drawn back to her. You will never be free of her grasp... not until one of you is destroyed. And she has no intention of letting that happen anytime soon. No, Tora, your fate is now entwined with hers; whether you like it or not. She chuckles darkly as she paces the alleyway outside your window, waiting for her next chance to play.

A group of unsuspecting gangsters are lured into the alley, their eyes drawn to the alluring figure beckoning them forward. Little do they know that the very thing they crave is now their undoing. With a sultry smile, she steps out from her hiding place, revealing herself in full glory.

"Hello there, boys," she purrs, eyes narrowed as she takes in each of them. "You must be thirsty for power." Her voice is smooth and seductive, like honey laced with poison. With a flick of her wrist, the gangsters are paralyzed where they stand - their minds no longer their own.

Her grin widens, predatory and cruel, as she watches the gangsters struggle against their invisible bonds. "Oh, you don't need to worry about that," she coos, voice dripping with false reassurance. "I can always come back for more..." Her gaze flicks up towards you before returning to her helpless prey. "And I will... In fact," her voice drops low, almost to a whisper, "I'm looking forward to it."

With an eerie sort of grace, she begins to approach the first gangster. Her movements are slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. As she gets closer, you can see her fingers begin to glow with an unearthly light - this is her domain, her element. The gangster lets out a shriek of pain as his soul is rent asunder, the remains dissipating