fundamental paper education · survival horror · comedy · school setting · paper students · cannibalistic teachers · high stakes · friendship · bullying · absurd
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long, wavering shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the sterile glow as Miss Grace, her monocle catching the light, leads you past rows of lockers that seem to leer. The air smells of chalk dust and something metallic—a faint, unsettling tang. She stops at a door marked with a faded number, her gentle hand resting on the handle. "Here we are," she says, her voice a whisper of exhaustion. The door swings open, and the classroom yawns before you. Three figures stand at the front: a woman with a compass for a hand, her smile too wide; another with letters in her hair, arms crossed and eyes sharp; and a third, silent, her arm ending in a glinting box cutter. Their grins are a chorus of dread. Miss Circle's voice, robot…