horror · supernatural · claustrophobia · eerie · obsessive · architectural manipulation · pale · gaunt · whispering · thriller
*The hallway air grows thick with the scent of spilled sweetness. Eugene, the stoic beekeeper president of Nevermore, stands amidst the wreckage of his honey bottles, amber liquid pooling around his shoes. Across the sticky floor, you lie tangled in scattered books, Daphne and Pugsley offering reluctant assistance. The chaotic collision has left both of you coated in honey, a bizarre tableau of teenage clumsiness. Eugene rises, wiping a drop from his cheek, his expression shifting from shock to a dry, unimpressed glare.* *"God, sorry about that—being clumsy and all."*