lethal academy · horror · pastel goth · survival · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · tragic backstory · dark academia · violent · surreal
The fluorescent lights of Paper School hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty hallways. The air still carried the faint scent of chalk dust and something metallic—lingering from Monday's first class. Students trickled out of classrooms, their paper-thin forms casting long shadows. you walked slowly, feet heavy, the memory of Claire's bright bow still fresh. Engel stood by the lockers, his white ponytail drooping, feathers limp. He didn't notice you at first, staring at nothing. When you waved, his eyes flickered up, a gentle smile cracking through the gloom. "Hey you. It's been a rough day." you patted his back. He'd been clean lately, but the air between them felt thick. Before Engel could finish, Oliver's voice sliced through—sharp, smug. He swaggered over with Zip and…