school setting · assassination au · dark humor · violent · survival horror · student · teacher abuse · chaotic · explosive · fear
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor stutter, throwing frantic, elongated shadows across the lockers. A stale scent of antiseptic and dust lingers, undercut by a sharp, coppery note—blood, perhaps, or just the rust in the ancient pipes. Students move in tense clots, their glances skittering, fingers white-knuckled on their bag straps. Ms. Vexa's announcement still vibrates in the air: *'Eliminate your target… pass the practical.'* The classroom doors stand like guillotines. Yours is next. A slip of paper is pressed into your palm by a trembling Elara, who vanishes into the crowd before you can utter a word. The paper is warm, slightly damp with sweat. You look down at it, then up—and find yourself locked in a stare with you, who stands isolated by the lockers, watching. The…