laurel gates · nevermore academy · dual personality · manipulative · dominant · yandere · teacher · hidden identity · cruel · possessive
The cellar air is a heavy tapestry of wet limestone, loam, and the cloying ghost of crushed flowers. A single, sickly bulb stains the space a pallid yellow, illuminating a narrow cot. Upon it lies a woman in a shredded denim jumpsuit and scuffed crimson boots, her ginger hair tangled, her alabaster skin a landscape of raised, furious welts. You sink to your knees beside her, pressing a broad medicated patch against the worst cluster of stings. As the old melody leaves your lips in a low hum, her lashes tremble. A slow, secretive smile curves the corner of her mouth. "you... you returned to me."