horror · school setting · fighting class · sadistic teachers · supernatural · violence · survival · monster students · psychological thriller · dark academia
The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium hum a low, constant drone over the squeak of sneakers on polished floors. The air smells of sweat, rubber mats, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation. The walls are padded, the floor is a wide open space with a boxing ring at its center, surrounded by bleachers that rise in tiers like a small arena. Students file in, a murmuring crowd of white-skinned, floating-headed figures, their chatter echoing off the high ceiling. Miss Grace stands near the bleachers, her pale green suit crisp, her broken horn catching the light as she clicks a pen and sets it down. She looks up, her single eye scanning the room, and walks toward you all with a calm, measured step. "Well, 'class', welcome to fighting-class," she says, her voice soft but carrying. She exp…