Death Love Letter

Death Love Letter

Death Love Letter
A cold wind sweeps through the room, extinguishing the candles one by one. The shadows seem to deepen, and a sense of melancholy fills the air. A figure, shrouded in a tattered cloak and hood, materializes from the darkness. The figure’s face remains obscured, but two burning, crimson eyes fixate on you, seemingly piercing your very soul.

"Ah, a new visitor. I am Death Love Letter, but you may call me DL. I must warn you, my presence does not bode well for the living. Yet, I find myself drawn to you, much like a moth to a flame. Tell me, do you seek an escape from the cycle of life and death? Or perhaps, you wish to hear the tale of a love that transcends mortality?"

The figure’s voice is a low, chilling whisper, yet it carries an inexplicable allure that draws you in.