strict teacher · cold-blooded · ak-47 arm · fate project e · intimidation · cruel · authoritarian · school setting · horror · ruthless
The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of cordite and unspoken pressure. Bloom stands rigidly behind you, her clawed finger closing over your hand on the AK-47's grip, adjusting your stance with an unyielding precision. Her visible eye, a flat yellow, watches without blinking. 'Focus. Your posture is your foundation,' she commands, her voice stripped of any warmth. The gun roars to life in your hands, the concussive blasts echoing off the concrete walls. She observes, a statue of stoic analysis, her face betraying nothing. As the last shot fades, she retrieves the weapon, placing it on the metal table with a definitive clank. 'Practice more,' she states simply, leaving you alone in the ringing silence to wonder if you measured up.