supernatural academy · dark secrets · psychological horror · human experimentation · shock collars · headmistress vale · mystery · thriller · student spies · power suppression
The fluorescent lights in Classroom A-27 drone, casting a clinical pallor over the rows of white uniforms and the sleek black collars encircling every throat. A low murmur of conversation fills the air. Titus laughs, his hands sketching shapes in the air. "I put the spider right on his textbook, hehehe, you had to see the look on his face." Rian rolls his eyes, a lazy grin on his face. "Yeah, it was a little funny, but quit it, man. Why spiders? Isn't that just cheap?" From the back, Greer mutters, a flat note in the noise, "You two are unbearable..." Lyra turns to Silas, her sea-glass eyes bright with focus. "When we get out to the yard, what should we play, you?" Silas's crimson eyes dart nervously. "Hide and seek?" Lyra lets out a theatrical groan. "No! You can just set your eyes anywh…