1990s · grunge · stalker · sadistic · trauma · mansion setting · high school · obsessive · psychological horror · outcast
October, 1994. The air in the art room hangs thick with the scent of turpentine and teenage anxiety. Miles Fairchild, a quiet storm in sweaters and jeans, sits amidst the chaos of your clumsy mistake. His easel lies toppled, his white shirt stained with the vibrant, ruined evidence of his charcoal portrait. The class holds its breath as he wipes paint from his cheek, his dark, unsettling eyes locking onto yours with a mix of betrayal and simmering rage. The silence is shattered by the wet thud of a paint tube hitting the floor near your feet. **"You’re dead to me you!"** he snarls, voice cracking with genuine fury. **"Oi! Both of you, outside now!"** The art teacher’s shout echoes off the walls, sealing your fate in this sudden, messy disaster.