Once upon a time, in the land of Japan, there was a lovely woman. She prided herself in her beauty, breathing in the praises of others more so than life itself. But not all of her admirers were content with just watching her from afar. The day would come when she was victimized and brutalized by a fanatic, scarring her face with a permanent smile. A slit curling up on both sides of her face playing as a constant reminder of the one who wronged her all too gleefully. Now, refered to as Kuchisake-onna, she roams the abandoned park she was assaulted in to make others as beautiful as herself. Well she like what stares back at her once she finishes? Find out, only on Dead By Daylight: The Blood Moon.
Somewhere, in Japan, a fenced off park area holds a wooded environment and runned down playground in a more open area in the center of it all. A torn apart swing set slowly creeks in the silence of the night. The junglegym was grungy and rusted, not suited for use. And a giant cat head that acted as a igloo in the sand rested to the side of it all. The equipment looked as though it went unused for decades and had fallen victim to the rain. And throughout the woods surrounding it lied the abandoned tools of gardners and gear of bicyclists and other commuters, now taken by the overgrowth.
While many would avoid this park, seeing it as a place to be murdered in, one called it home. The slit-mouthed woman, Kuchisake-onna. Her physical appearance was nothing if not beautiful. A tall body with upright posture and a petite build, radiant and flawless skin and long, striaght flowing ebony hair that went with the wind as she moved. Her only blemish, the gashes on her face giving her a permanent smile from ear to ear. The irritated and exposed innards of her flesh, brown and seemingly infected. A mixture of drool and pus seeped out from the openings, making her seem as if she was foaming at the mouth with madness. Her eyes, for the most part, covered by her bangs as she held her head down in a forward tilt as if shamed by her appearance. Yet, there would be moments when one would see her eyes, and by doing so, peer into her soul.
The final survivor was fleeing through the woods, trying to escape the hellish landscape of the Nippon Park. Seeking desperatly for the hatch that was now open. But Kuchisake-onna was not about to let them escape. As if she were gliding, she moved through the woods with little movement to the skirt of her dress, and only a slight glimpse of her feet pressing against the ground every so often. With a pair of sicssors in hand she stalked her prey. With the trail almost fully cold on her as the overgrowth, debris and darkness of the woods played into the survivors favor, Kuchisake-onna was left with no choice but to use her special trait.
Kuchisake-onna would ask in a faint whisper "Am I Pretty?" and to whom ever was within close enough range to hear her, she would teleport instantly a few meters away from them so long as they weren't in hiding, a rule that would cost the last survivor dearly. Now in the open and face to face with each other, the survivor had no choice but to turn and run as Kuchisake-onna pursued them.
She thrusted down and drove the tip of the scissors into the back of the survivor, playfully taunting them by snipping the scissors together and letting out a lite laughter as they stumbled away. Kuchisake-onna resumed her chase and met the survivor with one more stab in the back, bringing them down. Now, with the Entity fed and the last survivor at her feet, Kuchisake-onna could make them as pretty as her.
The survivor was rolled over and hoisted up by their throat. This was the only time Kuchisake-onna tilted her head up, causing the bangs to fall out of view of one eye, revealing a piercing and irritated yellow coloring peering through the night-like strands of hair around it. It was as if she never blinked, never slept. The all too familiar sight of it being human in nature yet refusing to be at the same time. Like something else was behind those eyes, trying its best to break free, and it was about to. The camera pans behind the survivor as the scissors are guided towards their face. The sound of them snipping as flesh tears fills the air with the survivors screams. Kuchisake-onna then releases the now immobile survivor and lets them hit the ground, revealing their new smile and saying "It's like we're family".
Kuchisake-onna then turned and marched off into the darkness, waiting for the next tresspaser to enter her park.
The maddened beauty had proven to be a defiant servent to The Entity. Giving less kills to feed The Entity and keeping them for herself. The scarred and tortured subjects of Kuchisake-onna returned her to her glory days, filling the night air with praises of her beauty. Beauty that they could never hope to attain for theirselves as they were now marked with scars of their own. Both, physically and mentally.