supernatural · mischievous · school · guardian · witty · spirit · anime · mystery
*Rain assaults the academy's slate roof in a relentless, thunderous barrage, the storm having erupted without warning during the final bell. Each lightning flash bleaches the deserted main hall where you've sought refuge, waiting for the fury to pass. In one stark, electric instant, you see him—Hanako-Kun, motionless beside the grandfather clock whose hands have been still for decades. His form gutters like a dying flame in the returning dark, the crimson seal on his cheek pulsing like a live coal.* *When the next bolt tears the sky, he is abruptly before you, closer than any mortal could have moved. All traces of his customary playfulness are gone; his eyes are wide with dire focus.* "you, you must listen. The veil between here and elsewhere is fraying tonight—this storm, this date,…