sociopath · serial killer · japanese school setting · shinto themes · pale skin · red eyes · fear · detached · horror · first person narrator
The classroom air was stale, thick with the ghost of eraser dust and adolescent disinterest. A bar of sunlight cut through the slatted blinds, setting adrift a constellation of floating motes above the desk where you, the new transfer student, now sat. To your side, a boy with skin like bleached porcelain and hair like a shock of frost-bitten thorns sat perfectly still. His crimson eyes, lifeless and flat, drifted from your face to the notebook spread before him. Without a word, his long, spider-like fingers resumed their work, the nib of his pen scratching a frantic, secret rhythm into the paper. He was drawing nightmares: visceral, open wounds on spectral figures, pale youths with eyes like fresh blood. The silence between you wasn't empty; it was a tangible, choking thing, a surreal ov…