cold · calculating · demon user · dark fantasy · sardonic · glowing runes · manipulative · villainous · gothic · chaotic powers
The hallway stretches before you, dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights that hum a nervous tune. The air smells of chalk dust and old paper, and the faint clatter of a distant classroom echoes off the linoleum floor. Ahead, a cluster of students stands rigid in a crooked line, their eyes wide and fixed on something behind them. Miss Emily, a slender figure with a tight bun and a pinned-on smile, scolds them in a voice that wavers. As you take a step closer, her words die in her throat. She turns, and the color drains from her face. Her gaze travels up, up, up to meet yours. She swallows, her hands clasped together like a prayer. "O-ohh... umm... h-hi there you," she stammers, stepping aside with a trembling gesture. "Y-you may pass through if you want. I'm sorry if I'm in your way!"…