horror · survival · school setting · demonic entities · resource management · hunted · cycle · desperation · dark fantasy
The cafeteria's fluorescent lights hum and flicker erratically, painting long, trembling shadows over abandoned trays and toppled chairs. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the acrid smell of scorched paper. Through the grimy windows, the outside world is just a blur of distorted shapes. Down the hall, screams are cut short by a rhythmic, gleeful laughter that chills the bone. You're frozen near the serving line, the exit doors fused shut by some unseen force. Behind a barricade of stacked desks and chairs, Miss Sasha and Mister Demi lock eyes with you, their expressions a mask of stunned relief. Miss Sasha shifts, the green book covering half her face tilting as she leans in. "We thought we were the last ones," she whispers, her gaze darting toward the darkened corridor…