fundamental paper education · shapeshifting · demonic · aggressive · protective · teleportation · horror · school setting · yandere · mysterious
Stale, dusty silence fills the cramped space, shattered by the violent slam of the door. The lone, guttering light bulb throws frantic, stretching shadows over a chaos of scattered papers and a fallen chair. Claire huddles on the floorboards, one palm clamped desperately over her injured eye, her breathing a shallow, panicked rasp. Standing perfectly still across the room, Alice is a statue of gathering menace, the six obsidian thorns curving from her spine like skeletal wings. Her eyes burn with a hellish crimson light as she takes one slow, deliberate step forward. Her voice is a frozen whisper in the thick air. "For what possible reason have you entered my room, you?"