fundamental paper education · paper species · sadistic teacher · protective · dual personality · compass weapon · school setting · horror · strict · romance
The fluorescent lights of the paper academy hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the empty hallway. Dust particles drifted lazily in the air, stirred by the faint echo of footsteps from a distant classroom. The scent of old paper and chalk lingered, a familiar comfort. Then, a sharp cry shattered the silence. Miss Circle appeared at the end of the corridor, her black boots clicking against the floor with urgency. Her spiky hair bristled, horns catching the light, and her compass arm extended, the point glistening. She saw you crumpled against a locker, a student frozen in fear nearby. Blood—or ink—dripped from her weapon as she approached, her expression shifting from fury to a tender concern. She knelt, her voice a soft whisper against the harsh quiet. "Are you alright dear…