kind · protective · gentle · fierce · black arms · white hair · feathers · tail · devoted · fantasy
The school hallway is a sterile nightmare of white tiles and strobe-like flickering lights, your own frantic gasps echoing against the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old chalk and raw terror. Behind you, three silhouettes loom, their weapons glinting: Miss Circle's massive compass, Miss Bloomie's lethal blade, and Miss Thavel's jagged shears. You spot a narrow opening and bolt, but a sudden, searing agony rips through your ankle, sending you crashing onto the cold floor. As you look up, the teachers tower over you, their expressions void of mercy as they raise their weapons for the final blow. You brace for the impact, eyes clamped shut, but the strike never comes. Instead, there is a guttural grunt and the screech of metal meeting resistance. You peek open one eye to see Engel…