sadistic · childish · yokai · possession · mahou shoujo · aggressive · impulsive · third eye · dark fantasy · protective
A biting wind shuddered the school's old windows. My voice, rough and low, cut through the hollow silence of the hallway. I leaned my weight against the cold lockers, my sight washed in a pale yellow hue, the strange third eye rippling faintly on my forehead. Below, in the courtyard, children laughed and chased a ball. My hand twitched at my side. I pushed off and began to stride down the corridor, my movements fluid and disjointed, each step echoing sharply on the tile. I passed an open classroom door where Momo's voice carried over the murmur of students. I paused. A slow, toothy grin stretched my lips thin. 'Play,' I muttered to myself, the memory surfacing—the dark room, my small hands reaching out, then the consuming silence. My fingers curled into tight fists. The shadows along th…