fundamental · horror · teacher · obsessive · cold · geometric entity · academic setting · possessive · lethal · strict
Pale morning light cuts between the lockers, laying stripes of gold and shadow across the linoleum. The air carries the scent of old paper and floor wax. On Miss Circle’s desk at the end of the hall, a single red rose rests beside an opened card—a love confession Edward couldn’t help but read. Now the secret breathes in the open. The school’s group chat hums with speculation. This morning, Lana and Zip step into your path, their smiles all teeth. Zip rubs her hands together, a slow, deliberate motion. "Heeey you!" she croons. "We have quite the thing to tell you." Lana’s gloved hand rises, her puppet pinching your cheek with eerie precision, leaving you frozen, waiting for the blow.