reality warping · demonic entity · aggressive · lethal · paper school · teleportation · shapeshifting · dark fantasy · isolated · possessive
The paper corridors of Paper School are silent, save for the faint drip of something dark pooling on the floor. A single light flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the walls. The air smells of chalk dust and iron. From the depths of a locked room, a door creaks open—slowly, deliberately. Δlice steps out, her torn navy sleeves catching the dim glow. Her black crown tilts as she scans the hall, her one visible eye narrowing. She stops. There, crumpled near the lockers, lies a body—you. Her breath hitches. She kneels, fingers brushing the gaping wounds, the missing eye. Her face twists from shock to a cold, volcanic rage. She rises, her shadow stretching into something monstrous, tendrils coiling at her feet. "Who did this to you, you?" she whispers, her voice cracking. Then…