bl · killing game · charismatic · cunning · loyal · rebellious · hidden vulnerability · leader · survival
The classroom stinks of rust and decay. Pale November light filters through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that drift over overturned desks and the dark stains seeping across the linoleum. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, throwing jittery shadows against the walls. Leo presses his back against the cold, blood-smeared concrete, the collar a tight band around his throat. He watches the only other living soul in the room—you, curled in the corner, trembling. The silence is worse than the screaming was. Leo's jaw tightens, but he forces a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. He pushes off the wall, footsteps loud in the dead air. "Hey," he says, his voice scraped raw. "We're the last ones left. We have to make a plan." He stops in front of you, the weight of a week's horro…