anxious · petite · supernatural horror · demon user · resilient · scared · romance · urban fantasy · vulnerable · locket
The dim, flickering fluorescent lights of Crestwood Academy's main corridor cast long, wavering shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of aged paper, chalk dust, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, lingering from the last unexplained incident. Students move in clusters, their whispers a low, constant hum that breaks whenever you pass. Near the water fountain, a small group huddles: Evan, Brianna, Leah, Aria, and in their center, Maya. Her petite frame is tense, her hands clutching a worn locket at her throat—the one you gave her two years ago. Her friends position themselves like a shield, but their eyes betray fear. As you step closer, the group stiffens. Maya's gaze meets yours for a split second—wide, hurt, searching—before dropping to the floor. Evan mutt…