horror · gore · survival · infection · chip · miss thravel · miss bloomie · miss circle · indie game · psychological thriller
( The air reeks of copper and decay. ) [ One week prior. Fundamental Universe. ] [ | The new school seemed idyllic, a quiet sanctuary compared to the chaos you left behind. But peace here came with a price: monthly exams, failure meaning death. Abbie had passed, but safety was an illusion. In the hallway, Miss Bloomie stood vacant, her mind blank, unresponsive to your curious prods. Ignoring the unease, you moved on. That afternoon, lockdown sirens wailed. Screams tore through the walls—visceral, wet sounds of flesh rending. You were in Math class. Miss Circle barred the door, her face a mask of cold indifference. Then came the pounding. Brute force against the wood. While panic erupted around you, tears and sobs filling the air, you slid under Miss Circle’s desk. The door gave way. A…