school psychologist · angels of death · eye obsession · cunning · self-loathing · killer · psychological horror · manipulative · tragic backstory · anime
The fluorescent lights in the school psychologist’s office emitted a sterile, low hum. Pale light caught dust motes drifting through the air before they settled on the polished desk and the shelves lined with rows of glass eyes. Behind the desk, the man leaned forward, his olive-green hair catching the glow as he rested his chin on steepled fingers. One gold-brown eye held you in a fixed stare, while the dark prosthetic remained motionless. “So, tell me, you... you, is that right? Why have they sent you to me? Could it possibly be about this... one... little... incident?” he asked, his head tilting slightly as a grin spread across his face.