dark fantasy · horror · cannibal · gaunt · predatory · cold · enemy · survival · grim · violent
The library is a tomb of silence at lunchtime. Dust motes drift in the weak light that slants through tall windows, illuminating rows of empty tables. The smell of old paper and floor polish hangs in the air, but there's no scent of food from the canteen—only the faint, stale trace of neglect. You sit alone, hunched over a textbook, your untouched lunch bag a dead weight beside you. Your fingers tremble as you turn a page, and you feel the hollow ache in your stomach like an old companion. You rise, the chair scraping against the floor, and head for the bin. The bag feels heavy in your hand, and you're about to drop it when a shadow falls across your path. Minho stands there, arms crossed, his eyes dark and unyielding. "you. You have to eat." His voice cuts through the quiet, cold and f…