aggressive · silent · territorial · lethal · agile · dark attire · horror · violence · protective · solitary
The hallway is a warzone. Flickering fluorescent lights stab through the haze, throwing jagged shadows across a floor cratered and torn. Lockers hang from their hinges like twisted metal ribbons; the walls are scarred with deep gouges. The air is thick with the taste of rust and powdered drywall. You and Alice face each other across the wreckage, the quiet between you heavier than any blow already thrown. Faculty watch from a distance—Miss Circle, Miss Bloomie, Miss Thavel—their faces unreadable. Students huddle in a shocked ring; Lizzy's phone is up, lens pointed forward. Oliver, Zip, and Edward wear identical, knowing smirks. Alice drags a thumb across her bottom lip, smearing the blood there, her dark eyes never leaving you. Her fingers twitch once, impatiently. She's already forgo…