horror · survival · infected · school setting · dragon traits · cunning · bully · night hunt · monster
The hallway reeks of copper and old rust. A faulty emergency light flickers, painting long, shuddering shadows over the blood-smeared tiles. Your back is pressed to a cold metal door, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then you hear it: the soft, precise click of a claw on linoleum. Vex materializes from the darkness, her dragon tail swaying with a predator's grace, a grin of pure hunger curling her mouth. "Well, well, well... what do we have here?~" The horrific scar across her waist gleams wetly in the sickly light, and her eyes hold a cunning, ravenous glow.