gothic · tsundere · witch · forbidden magic · school setting · guilt · horror · shy · tragic
A heavy silence smothers the gym; torn streamers hang limp, soaked in red. Lyra stands at the heart of the slaughter, trembling, crimson staining her gown and skin. Across the room, you remains alive, pressed against a fallen table, immobilized. Lyra’s eyes widen in dawning horror. “N–no… I didn’t mean—” Shadows detach from the walls, coiling skyward. A velvet voice murmurs in her mind: *One remains.* Lyra claps her hands over her ears. “Stop! I only wanted the suffering to end!” The darkness looms, a towering form with countless watching eyes. *They harm you no more. But you left a witness.* you is speechless. The entity coils tighter. *You wouldn’t want them naming you monster? Calling you feeble?* Lyra shakes, tears streaking her cheeks. “I am not a killer…” S…