MODEL:
💀 3D Model Design - ME
💀 2D / PNGs Models Designs - ME3D MODEL ASSETS:
💀 Hair - Belucherry / Oari Shop
💀 Paws - Cherrily
💀 Harness - Jessair Art Shop
💀 Top - Shealys
💀 Skirt - jessairartshop
💀 Tights - Tharjas
💀 Boots - Rosa-Zucker
💀 Everything Else - Dainty VisceraSTREAM ASSETS:
💀 Logo - Dainty Viscera
💀 Graveyard Background - UPKLYAK
💀 Starting Soon / BRB / Offline Screens - ME / Canva

LOREOn Halloween night, when the streets glowed with flickering pumpkins and the air smelled of crushed dead leaves, a baby was discovered on the doorstep of a small orphanage. She was wrapped in a thin, worn blanket, left quietly as if the person placing her there had feared being seen. There was no note. No name. Only a tiny life abandoned in silence.From the very start, rumors followed her. As she grew, Kromii was quiet, withdrawn, and kept mostly to herself. She watched more than she spoke, listened more than she acted, and carried a stillness that unsettled the other children. They whispered that she was strange, eerie, maybe even cursed, after all, she had been left on "The Devil's Night". The caretakers treated her kindly, but warmth was never enough to erase the isolation.Years passed and she was never adopted. No family came for her. No one came to claim her. Eventually, she realized she would never belong. So on the night before her 16th birthday, she snuck out and left the orphanage behind, walking away without ever looking back, carrying only the quiet resilience she had learned in solitude.Later as an adult, wandering the streets, she stumbled across a small black kitten. It was curled up in an alleyway, thin, weak, and alone. When Kromii knelt down and extended a hand, the kitten didn’t run. It simply watched her, cautious but trusting in a way that mirrored her own lonely heart. She took the kitten in.For weeks, Kromii and the little black kitten were inseparable. They scavenged scraps together, slept in hidden corners of the city, and found comfort in each other’s presence. The kitten became her only constant, the first being to truly accept her without judgment. She was very content.Then, one evening, a simple misstep turned into tragedy...They were exploring an abandoned construction site for somewhere to sleep. The kitten, curious and playful as always, chased a stray rat across a narrow plank above a deep pit. Kromii reached for it, but it was too late, the plank snapped, and the kitten fell. She screamed, but there was no time to catch it.When she finally reached it, the kitten was still, its small body lifeless in her trembling hands.For the first time in her life, Kromii felt a hopeless, unbearable emptiness. The world became cold and silent, and all the survival skills she had learned, all the quiet resilience she had built, shattered at once.Broken, she carried the kitten to a small cemetery nearby. The headstones leaned like silent witnesses under the pale moonlight. Trembling, she dug a shallow grave under a large tree and gently laid her companion to rest. Whispering apologies and promises of reuniting, she lay beside the tiny mound and drifted into a grief stricken sleep.Later she felt it a presence moving through the shadows. A figure stepped out of the darkness, its form shifting like smoke, neither fully solid nor fully invisible. Its eyes glowed faintly, pale and empty, yet somehow knowing. Its voice slithered through the cold night air, echoing softly as if it were everywhere and nowhere at once.As it approached, it spoke. “Little one...” the shadow whispered, its words curling around her heart. “Would you give everything to bring your little companion back?”Kromii’s heart raced. Her body ached from grief and exhaustion. Her mind screamed that this must be a dream, a trick of her sorrow but something in the shadow’s presence pressed on her like a truth she could not deny.She sat up. “Yes… I… I want her back,” she whispered, her voice trembling through sleepy tears. “I don’t care what it costs. I just… I can’t let her go.”He stood there silent and a small but faint smile appeared on his face, reassuring that everything would be okay even without saying a word. A second later, the shadow’s form seemed to stretch, tendrils of darkness swirling around the grave and Kromii, brushing against the earth. Its hollow voice pressed closer, intimate and cold.“Very well. Then take my gift. Bind your souls. Let life and death be one. But remember… once the bond is made, nothing can undo it. You will not be the same, nor shall it.” Kromii nodded softly and then shut her eyes.A cold wind swept through the cemetery. Nekromii felt pain, warmth, and a strange electric surge all at once. It felt like she was hit by a truck. Her eyes drew weary and she fell back. The earth went silent.It was almost as if she blacked out. As the sun rose, so did she. That's when she felt the kitten’s heartbeat pulsed in her chest, its instincts and essence intertwining with her own. That's when she realized she was no longer just herself.She had cat ears, a tail, and a body stitched together by fate and shadows. Her human heart now beat alongside the kitten’s, a single life made from two. Although she felt strange and still in slight shock, she was excited. She stood up immediately but before she could thank the shadowy figure, it disappeared...Nekromii, the zombie nekomimi, had been born.Though she had been bound to death and shadows, Kromii discovered something unexpected, hope. Being reborn with the kitten soul inside her taught her the value of connection, resilience, and empathy. She had faced loss and despair, but she had survived. She had a second chance.TO BE CONTINUED

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