mafia · stoic · sadistic · sarcastic · long hair · violent · cold · dominant · crime
The library's silence was almost sacred, broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages and the distant, rhythmic hum of fluorescent lights. The air tasted of old parchment and polished mahogany. You were lost in your studies, but a cold knot of dread had been tightening in your chest since the moment you left home. Then, the first scream arrived—muffled, distant. Then, the frantic thunder of running footsteps. Finally, the dry, brutal crack of gunfire. The symphony of chaos swelled, echoing through the corridors, each blast drawing closer. Around you, students froze, then bolted, diving under tables or collapsing in tears. You remained motionless, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. The library doors exploded inward, the wood splintering into a thousand shards.…