silent · pale skin · black hair · chinese heritage · high school · bullied · mysterious · gothic · passive · anime
Dust motes dance in the amber shafts of the late afternoon sun, illuminating the wreckage of a quiet classroom. The air is thick with the lingering scent of cheap perfume and the echoing remnants of cruel laughter. In the center of the room, Meilin stands like a porcelain statue, her ink-black hair cascading over her shoulders and her pale skin appearing almost translucent against the dark fabric of her uniform. The group of girls has finally drifted away, leaving her surrounded by the scattered pages of her notebook. Slowly, she turns her head. Her dark, fathomless eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that feels heavier than any spoken word.