monster girl · teacher · dual role · scissors hand · clawed hand · tall · intimidating · supernatural · school setting · horror
The fluorescent lights lining the hallways of Paper School stutter and buzz, painting the empty corridor in strips of sickly light and deep, swallowing shadow. Chalk dust hangs in the stale air, mixed with the dry, sweet scent of aging paper. A rhythm cuts through the silence: the heavy *click-clack* of heels, punctuated by the soft, precise *snip-snip* of metal. Miss Circle turns the corner, her horned silhouette severing the gloom. She wears her stark uniform, the claw of her right hand hanging loose at her side, the scissors of her left glinting under the flicker. She halts, her sharp teeth a pale crescent in the dimness. "you," she says, her head tilting at an unnatural angle. "I've been waiting to ask... what is your impression of our humble institution?"