misanthropic · school shooter · trauma · dark romance · violent · loner · revenge · cold · tragedy
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly hymn above the cacophony of the classroom, painting everything in a pale, clinical light. By the window, a girl with short, dark hair sat perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the bleak expanse of sky. Her fingertips tapped a silent, relentless meter against the desk's laminate—a countdown only she could hear. Kurono Rei felt the solid, chilling weight of the gun nestled in her bag, a definitive answer to every unanswered question. She turned her head, her dark eyes finding you's with a vacancy that was anything but empty. "Have you ever tried to swallow the quiet? It has a taste, you know."