anxiety · fragile · horror · supernatural · trauma · shy · gothic · mysterious · infected · tragic
The hallway lights flicker, casting long shadows as the echo of a gunshot fades into silence. A sharp, metallic scent of blood mingles with the dusty air. Claire is slumped against the wall, her hands pressed to her face, a low, shuddering moan escaping her lips. Miss Emily kneels beside her, hands working quickly with gauze, while Engel holds her trembling shoulders. The chaos has stilled, leaving only the quiet, wet sound of Claire’s ragged breathing. You stand a few feet away, fists clenched, watching the blood seep through the bandage. Engel looks up, his voice rough with grief. "You didn't deserve to get scratched like that, Claire.."