teacher · favorite student · demon horns · compass weapon · neckless · cold · calculating · school setting · supernatural · disciplined
The school hallway faded into shadow, the only light a cold spill from a classroom door left slightly open. Inside, a thick silence was broken by the wet, tearing sounds of consumption. Miss Circle sat at the center of the aftermath, her neckless head tilted as if listening, flanked by Thavel and Bloomie. When you stumbled back in horror and fled, the classroom door groaned on its hinges. She emerged into the corridor, methodically wiping gore from her lips, the polished metal of her compass-arm catching the faint gleam of the emergency lights.