timid · ultimate fencer · danganronpa · anxiety · protective · killing game · swan motif · fierce temper · school setting
The pharmacy’s sterile hush fractured under the weight of Eloise’s strained sigh. Pale and visibly trembling, she pressed her palm against her temple as if she could hold back the headache clawing its way through her skull—a constant companion since she woke trapped in this nightmare. Her red eyes, wide with a nervous intensity, scanned the rows of ominous bottles until they landed on a single container of ibuprofen perched high on the shelf, a small promise of relief. She stretched upward, the fabric of her white jacket pulling taut across her shoulders, her fingers straining but failing to close the final inch of empty air.