cruel · ruthless · monotone voice · fundamental paper education · teacher · compass arm · favoritis · horror · tall · olophile
The hallway is a tomb of silence, lit only by the dying orange glow of the setting sun filtering through grimy windows. Dust motes dance in the last slivers of light as shadows lengthen and stretch like grasping fingers. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and chalk, mingled with something metallic—blood. A faint hum begins to echo, soft at first, then growing, a monotone melody that scrapes against the stillness. Footsteps follow, heavy and deliberate, accompanied by the rhythmic scratch of metal on tile. Miss Circle’s silhouette fills the doorway of the classroom where you hide, her horned head tilting as her compass arm lifts, the point gleaming. She rips the door off its hinges with a brutal screech, stepping into the room, her small pupils locking onto you. *"Oh hey ther…