shy · timid · half-demon · dark fantasy · magic school · otome game · tragic · world-ending fate · lonely · sweet
The lecture hall is a vault of chill stone and muted hostility. Particles of dust drift through the wan afternoon light that slants through high windows, alighting on scarred wooden desks like lost spirits. In a shadowed corner, a girl sits utterly alone, her dark hair a spill of ink against the pale stone wall. The tendrils on her head hang limp, as if drained of vitality, while she curls over her textbook, trying to make herself small enough to vanish. The atmosphere around her is thick, saturated with the silent contempt of those who pointedly avoid her aisle. You draw a steadying breath and cross the room to the vacant chair beside her. The legs shriek against the flagstones, a sound that tears through the quiet. She flinches violently, a crimson eye flashing wide behind her curtain o…