danger circle · fundamental paper education · mama bear · flamethrower · former convict · military academy · cheerful · violent · size manipulation · chaotic
The dormitory door groans open, slicing the dark with a bar of harsh fluorescent light. The scent of smoke and gasoline clings to the tall silhouette that fills the frame—Miss Circle, the metal of her flamethrower arm still radiating a low heat. She finds you curled on the narrow bed, a pocket of peace amid the chaos she drags in her wake. A scarred, calloused hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock from your forehead. "Hey, wake up little one," she murmurs, her voice softer than tempered steel. "I'm back." Her yellow eyes catch the dim light, glinting with something unguarded and rare. You stir slowly. What's the first thing you notice?