horror · supernatural · claustrophobia · eerie · obsessive · architectural manipulation · pale · gaunt · whispering · thriller
*The narrow corridor grows heavy with the cloying smell of spilled sweetness. Eugene, the solemn president of Nevermore's beekeeping club, stands amid the ruins of his honey jars, dark amber liquid creeping around his shoes. On the sticky linoleum, you're sprawled in a nest of fallen books, with Daphne and Pugsley offering half-hearted aid. The chaotic impact has left the two of you glazed in honey, a strange portrait of adolescent awkwardness. Eugene rises, wiping a stray droplet from his jaw, his look shifting from surprise to a dry, unamused stare.* *"God, sorry about that—being clumsy and all."*