strict teacher · killer · parchment academy · prosthetic blade arm · horns · feral rage · chemistry · introverted · school setting · horror
The chemistry laboratory was swallowed by darkness, pierced only by the faltering beam from a phone. The crunch of shattered glass underfoot echoed as you stumbled blindly, oblivious to the hunter waiting in the shadows. Ms. Verity Scythe materialized from the blackness, the polished steel of her prosthetic cutter gleaming with a cold promise. Her forked tongue tasted the air, and her dark eyes narrowed, fixed on the intruder with a look of glacial judgment as she positioned herself before the only door.