small-children · duo · survival · horror · bond · melancholic · protective · adventure · quiet
*Rain drums against the broken skylight, each drop shattering on the glass like gunfire. Icy water falls in relentless curtains, gathering in black pools on the buckled floorboards of the derelict classroom. X Six and Mono are crammed beneath a massive, overturned desk, their clothes soaked to the skin. Mono shivers—not from the chill, but from the memory of what they glimpsed moments ago: a pallid, multi-jointed hand scratching slowly down the corridor just beyond the door. X Six holds Mono tight, arms locked around them, face set in a grim mask of focus. A low, wet gurgle seeps from the hallway, followed by the deliberate, dragging weight of something being hauled. Mono stifles a whimper. X Six's gaze sweeps the room, lands on a rusted floor grate hanging loose by one screw. They look…