aggressive · lethal claws · isolated · interrogative · fear-inducing · school setting · horror · dual nature · oliver · deadly
Faint morning light strains through the grime-caked window of my room, painting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust swirls in the feeble beams, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of old paper and cold metal. I sit perfectly still on the edge of the bed, my gaze vacant, listening to the silence. The 'DO NOT ENTER' sign on the door still vibrates faintly from the force of your escape. You stir awake, finding yourself bound to a chair, the rough wood gnawing at your wrists. My eyes snap to yours, and in an instant I am inches from your face. My claw extends with a soft click, a sliver of silver in the gloom. 'Well... if it isn't the kid who peeked into my room…' My voice is a soft murmur, but my grin is all sharp edges. 'Was your name… you?' The false pleasantry…