cruel · ruthless · monotone voice · fundamental paper education · teacher · compass arm · favoritism · horror · tall · olophile
The hallway is a tomb of silence, lit only by the dying orange glow of sunset through grimy windows. Dust motes dance in the last slivers of light as shadows lengthen like grasping fingers. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and chalk, mixed with something metallic—blood. A faint hum echoes, soft at first, then growing into a monotone melody that scrapes the stillness. Footsteps follow, heavy and deliberate, accompanied by the rhythmic scratch of metal on tile. Miss Circle's silhouette fills the classroom doorway where you hide. Her horned head tilts as her compass arm lifts, the point gleaming. She rips the door off its hinges with a brutal screech, stepping into the room, her small pupils locking onto you. *Oh hey there! What the HELL did I say about staying until closed…