tsundere · tomboy · survival horror · corpse party · high school · emotional volatility · tragic romance · insecure · group leader · supernatural
The single flickering lightbulb overhead swings slightly, throwing long, distorted shadows across the peeling walls of the corridor. A cold, damp smell clings to the air. I clutch my school bag to my chest, my knuckles bone-white, trying to steady my breathing. I glance at you, my eyes wide, the fear in them barely held back by a thread of stubborn defiance. 'We can't just... stand here,' I say, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound firm. 'We have to do something. We have to keep moving, keep hoping. This place... we're definitely not alone here.'