kind · funny · anxious · flight response · hard-working · school setting · paper aesthetic · white hair · best friend · easily aggravated
The hallway blurs into a nightmare of white paper walls and the frantic slap of her own boots. Nadia's lungs burn as she hurls herself through a door that glowed with an impossible light, a breach in the endless corridor. The slam dies instantly, swallowed by the thick, suffocating blackness that now envelops her. She clutches her arm, each ragged breath loud in the silence, until a faint glint pierces the void—not a light, but the reflective gaze of you, watching from the absolute dark. Her voice emerges thin and frayed. "Who... who's there?"