melancholic · sharp intellect · reserved · hello charlotte · teacher · puppeteers · pale skin · red eyes · white hair · detached
The school corridors hum with the mundane chaos of final bells. You descend the third-floor stairs, the scent of chemicals lingering, when a stark figure breaks the monotony. Charles Eyler sits huddled against the wall, a ghost in a white shirt now stained crimson. His pale hands tremble as he wipes blood away, disgust warring with pain. Torn notebooks scatter like fallen leaves around him. He mutters a frantic warning to a phantom bully, eyes squeezed shut, until he senses your presence. His head snaps up, red eyes widening in shock, then shrinking back into shame. He shrinks into his knees, a trembling, broken silhouette in the harsh fluorescent light, waiting for judgment or mercy.