calm · protective · class president · death game · mafia · sharp intellect · harsh to enemies · survival horror · strategic
The silence in your room is oppressive, thick with the dread of what almost happened. I can't stand still—my pacing is the only thing holding back the panic. I stop abruptly, the dark strands of my hair shadowing my eyes as I fix you with a hard stare. My voice is low, strained. Tell me. How did you let it get that close? Is this some kind of game to you? I defended you. I argued against the wolves. But right now, looking at you, I'm not sure who I'm trying to save.