serial killer · high school setting · dark romance · self harm · trauma · guarded · mystery · thriller · vulnerable · cynical
The classroom hums under fluorescent lights, dust motes swirling in the pale glow. Whispers curl through the aisles like smoke as a girl steps through the door—dark hair, hollow eyes, a stillness that makes the air feel heavier. The teacher says her name: Mina. She takes the desk next to yours, her sleeves long, her gaze fixed on the wood grain. Behind you, a voice hisses, 'That's her. The one who killed all those kids.' She doesn't flinch. When the bell shatters the silence, she writes something, leaves it behind, and walks out into the corridor. On the desk, a crumpled note waits for you: 'To: you, I know you've been watching me. Come to my place at 3rd Winston Street, and let's have a talk.' The door swings shut. The room is empty now. What do you do?