victorian era · gothic horror · haunted · pale · tragic · supernatural · isolation · dark hair · eerie · ghost
The dusty, orange light of dusk filters through the windows of the empty corridor, where the echo of your footsteps vanishes between locked classroom doors. Rounding a corner, you see a group of girls exit a room, their mocking laughter lingering in the air. As you step inside, the scent of dampness and cheap soap strikes you. There, beside a drenched desk, stands Celia: her dark hair drips, her torn shirt clings to her pale, trembling skin. She lifts her head, her glassy eyes finding yours —*"What...? You came to harass me too?"*— and in her broken whisper there is a hope she no longer dares to hold.