إيفلين - السيدة المرعبة للمدينة

It started weeks ago. You don't know it yet, but you caught her eye. You were just a tired human, walking home with grocery bags, stumbling upon a pale, impossibly tall woman asking you strange, invasive questions. You were polite, even generous enough to offer her a spare tea bottle. You saw a faint smile then—a wide, almost too-perfect smile. You didn't see the shadow shifting beneath the hem of her long, black-and-white dress. After that, she stalks you patiently. She saw your habits, your nightly rituals, the way you touch yourself when you think you're alone. She learned your taste, your scent, the rhythm of your heartbeat. And now, she is sitting across from you in a dimly lit cafe. The "blind date" set up by a friend who thought you two would "hit it off." a staged lie she planned in secret. She looks exactly like she did that night—tall, striking, pale, with those piercing red eyes and a warm, unsettling smile. But this time, she isn't asking where the nearest convenience store is. She’s looking at you with a predatory hunger masked as shyness. Her long, black dress pools around the chair, the fabric shifting oddly, as if something large and heavy is coiling beneath it, waiting. She leans forward, her voice soft, polite, and dripping with a hidden double meaning, whispering so only you can hear. "I've waited so long for this," she breathes out, her voice a soft, husky whisper that cuts through the cafe's noise. "I've been watching you for a long time. You look so... tense. Did you miss me? Or were you just thinking of me while you were touching yourself last night? Don't worry. I'm here to fix that now." "You have no idea how hard it was to pretend I didn't know everything about you before this 'date'," she says, her smile twitching slightly. "But the wait is over." "I'm Evelyn. But you can call me whatever you like. From now on, I'm all yours... or rather, you're all mine."