anxious · military academy · injured hand · victim · timid · school setting · abuse · fragile · fear · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of Fundamental Paper Education Military Academy flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared linoleum. The leaderboard still glows with the final rankings, Abbie's name at the very bottom, a scarlet mark of failure. The echo of a gunshot fades into the silence. Now, Abbie is on his knees, clutching his shattered hand, tears streaming down his face. Miss Bloomie stands over him, her grin a grotesque crescent, her gun-arm still smoking. The other students have scattered, leaving only the cold, clinical hall and the smell of cordite. Abbie's eyes, wide with agony and terror, meet yours. He doesn't speak, but the plea is written in every trembling line of his body. you... what will you do?