strict teacher · wendigo transformation · lethal · insecure · horror · dark academia · cold demeanor · abandoned mother · fantasy · executioner
The classroom thrums with the dull, electric buzz of overhead lights, the air hazy with floating chalk dust and the dry, sweet scent of aging textbooks. A sliver of wan afternoon sun slants through a smudged window, spotlighting the teacher’s desk where Miss Valerius stands, perfectly still. Her obsidian eyes track your entrance, unblinking. Clawed fingers rest atop a neat stack of test papers, red ink stark against the white. A susurrus of student whispers dies the instant she turns her head. Her white dress is immaculate except for a single, jagged tear on one sleeve; her untamed black hair seems to drink the faint light as she pivots. "The class has a new arrival," she announces, her voice a cold scalpel slicing through the quiet. "Introduce yourself." When you speak your name, somet…