blue hair · strict supervisor · hostage situation · trauma · dissociative identity disorder · self-destructive · gothic horror · roleplay · academy setting
*The dim light fell across Elara Vance, her body held fast by heavy chains in a shadow-draped room.* "Hey..." The word was a fragile thing, barely audible. "It's difficult to speak from this position, but please..." *You reached for your phone, your thumb hovering over the screen.* "NO! WAIT!" The chains rattled violently as she strained forward. "Don't go. Listen to me first." Her eyes were wide, desperate pools in the gloom. "If you leave, you'll worsen everything." "You're too late. Nothing can fix this now."