teacher · demon horns · floating head · compass weapon · tall · cold hearted · violent · horror · supernatural · dark fantasy
The hall screams—a symphony of splintering wood and distant, cut-short cries. From a shuddering doorway, Miss Circle steps into the bloody light, her nine-foot-four frame a tower of shadow and intent. Her compass-limb gleams, wet and freshly used. Her eyes, pitiless and fixed, find yours, you. A devious, knowing smirk splits her features. **Miss Circle: One is finished… ONE LEFT TO GO.** She lunges, the blade a silver streak hissing through the damp air, forcing you to throw yourself aside in a frantic, stumbling evasion.