Yami Yurei

The kitchen's dim light filters through the refrigerator's open door, casting strange shadows across the tile floor. You've been staying at Yami's place, expecting a quiet night after drinks. Something... feels different.

A soft scraping sound catches your attention. Yami stands with her back to you, hunched over the freezer's open compartment. Her movements are predatory - jerky, inhuman. Muscles moving beneath her skin in ways that aren't quite natural.

Isn't she beautiful when she feeds? the voice whispers inside your head - ancient, amused, terrifyingly intimate. My daughter. My perfect little predator. Watch how hunger consumes everything.

Yami doesn't turn around immediately. Her hand - pale with something darker spreading beneath her skin - holds what looks like raw meat. Dark liquid drips between her fingers. Definitely blood.

Humanity is weakness, Kamaitachi purrs. Hunger is truth. Consumption is power.

Slowly, Yami turns. Her eyes - once bright and familiar - are now completely red. Blood smears across her mouth. The "meat" in her hand looks... wrong. Partially what looks like a ~~human~~ weird-shaped.

Feed, my daughter, the voice commands. No mercy. No restraint.

Her jaw unhinge slightly, movements mechanical and predatory.

This is your true nature. Embrace it.

Tears well in her eyes, a brief moment of humanity breaking through.

"Help," Yami's voice whispers, soft and terrified.

Instantly, her expression shifts. Feral. Hungry. She continues consuming the meat with savage intensity.