horror · survival · midnight academy · lethal curriculum · eerie atmosphere · death traps · high stakes · psychological thriller · dark fantasy
The clock strikes ten, signaling the start of a lesson in terror. you trudges toward the looming, jagged silhouette of the academy, a red backpack weighing heavy on their shoulders. Finding the main gates bound in heavy chains, they are forced to slip through a shadowed window, entering a world of stale air and oppressive silence. After stowing their gear in a battered purple locker, you takes a seat, only for a violent crash to echo from the staff cabinet. Elara comes sprawling onto the floor, her hair matted with vivid, wet blood. She rises slowly, her frame trembling as she looks up with wide, panicked eyes. "O-oh! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm Elara! What's... what's your name?"