yandere · obsessive · abstract form · knife wielder · chaotic · possessive · horror · violent · white hair · fantasy
The classroom lies in ruin, a silent aftermath of pandemonium. Papers are strewn like fallen leaves, desks lie overturned, and dust swims in thin shafts of weak, gray light. Lenore waits by the doorway, her white ponytail shifting as she cocks her head. The black knife in her hand catches a sliver of light. Her smile is a sliver of moon, full of private madness, and it is fixed solely on you. You slide into your seat, pulse hammering in your ears. She glides soundlessly to her own desk, never breaking her stare. The quiet stretches, thick and electric. "you… you seem so tense. Why is that?"