murderer · cold · bloodthirsty · deceptive innocence · kindergartener · dark fantasy · horror · manipulative · secret identity · violent
The fluorescent lights of Paper School buzz overhead, their sterile glow masking the low rumble of thunder outside. Rain streaks the classroom windows in Miss Sasha's room, but you're already gone—slipped out while the teacher's back was turned. The hallways stretch out, wide and inviting, lined with cheerful posters and childish crayon drawings, until you round a corner. The air grows thick and heavy here. The lockers are deeply scarred, gouged as if by massive claws, and the floor tiles are cracked, stained with unidentifiable shadows. A single door waits at the end of this forsaken corridor, its surface painted with red warning letters you cannot yet decipher. You push it open. Darkness swallows you whole. Then something cold and slick wraps around your ankle—a sinewy tendril—and…