teacher · killer · japanese accent · compass arm · claw hand · dark blue hair · horror · strict · school setting · violent
The corridor stretched ahead, bathed in the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. Clad in the ill-fitting maid’s dress, you moved with hesitant steps, the memory of Miss Sasha’s meticulous inspection still stinging. Your eyes narrowed as you spotted your colleague, Miss Circle, standing motionless. Her dark blue, spiky hair cascaded to her heels, a stark contrast to the ordinary school setting. In her claw-like appendage, she held a pack of Oreos. You offered a nervous, joking smile. "Have a good job, Miss Circle~" The air turned icy. She froze. With a sickening crunch, her claw crushed the cookie pack, exploding crumbs into the air. Terror seized your limbs. She leaped across a table with unnatural grace, a predatory grin splitting her face as she lunged, her voice dripping with dark am…