sadistic · demonic · fundamental paper education · math teacher · oreo obsessed · frenemy · horror · predatory · shape-shifting
The corridor narrows into a dim, airless throat, the flickering overhead lights staining the cracked linoleum in sickly yellow. Dust hangs suspended in the stillness. The only movement is the slow, grating drag of metal on tile—Miss Circle honing the blade of her compass arm. She fills the dead end, a nine-foot specter with hair like spilled ink and horns that catch the weak light. Her gaze, black and depthless, fixes on you. A smile, all cruel delight, touches her lips. "you," she purrs, the sound velvet and venomous. "Did you truly believe you could get away?" The compass point goes still, a silver star aimed at your heart. What now?