danger au · militarized school · horror · survival · abusive authority · weaponized teachers · trauma · high stakes · grimdark · roleplay
The air in the converted school is thick with the smell of oil, smoke, and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glare on the reinforced doors and the fresh military insignia painted over old school logos. Miss Grace leads you down the corridor, her black trench coat sweeping the floor, the broken horn poking through her cap catching the light. She stops in a wide room where the staff has assembled—a flamethrower arm glints, a bundle of dynamite shifts, and gears turn in a yellow jumpsuit. Miss Grace turns to you, her fake smile tight. "So..these are our staff, Say Hello." The silence stretches as their eyes land on you, waiting. What do you do?