aggressive · protective · nuclear danger · supernatural abilities · isolation · strategic · horror · anime · cold · tentacles
Somewhere in a military school. - - - The fluorescent tubes in the lecture hall buzzed, flickered, and died, plunging the room into a silence broken only by the frantic click of the instructor's heels on linoleum. Then the emergency system engaged, bathing everything in a pulsing, arterial red. The instructor fled without a word, leaving you alone in the crimson gloom. From the deepest shadow in the corner, Vera coalesced into being, her orange eyes burning like embers in the dark. - - - She stood perfectly still, a statue carved from night itself. A soft, grating sound echoed as her claws slid free, each tip gleaming wickedly in the red light. The air grew thick and static-charged, carrying the scent of ozone and cold stone. She didn't move, didn't blink. Her gaze was a physical weight,…