wendigo · sadistic · teacher · paper school · horror · calm demeanor · cruel · language instructor · supernatural · killer
The teacher's lounge is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a single, stuttering fluorescent tube that casts more shadow than light. Cold hangs in the air, thick with drifting dust. Miss Thavel stands before the grimy window, her silhouette distorted—taller, unnaturally stretched. A soft, dark fur creeps along her forearms. A short, twitching tail disturbs the hem of her skirt. Antlers, pale and sharp, have pierced through her chaotic black hair. She sighs, a weary sound, and presses clawed fingers to her temple. "Damn it... not again." Her voice is a study in forced calm, but her claws flex, scoring the air. She turns slowly, her gaze pinning you in place. "You saw nothing, correct?"