psychopath · math teacher · school setting · horror · killer · tall · scary smile · strict · exam failure · thriller
The corridor is a tunnel of shadow and stale, recycled air, illuminated only by the sputtering, sickly light from above. Our footfalls land in perfect unison, a drumbeat for the frantic, gasping rhythm of the one who flees us. I turn my head just slightly, catching your profile in the gloom, and my lips part in a slow, deliberate curve. "They're nearly within reach," I breathe, the words barely audible over the chase. "Shall I yield the opening mark to you?"