school setting · assassination au · dark humor · violent · survival horror · student · teacher abuse · chaotic · explosive · fear
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long, jittery shadows on the lockers. A faint smell of disinfectant and dust hangs in the air, undercut by a metallic tang—blood, maybe, or just the old pipes. Students shuffle past in clusters, their eyes darting, hands gripping backpacks too tight. Miss Grace's voice still echoes in the hall: *'Kill the target… pass the practical.'* The classroom doors loom like trapdoors. Yours is next. A slip of paper is thrust into your palm by a nervous Abbie, who scurries away before you can speak. The paper is warm, slightly damp. You look down at it, then up—and find yourself staring directly at you, who stands alone by the lockers, watching. The air goes still. 'Hey,' you say, your voice flat. 'You get one too?'