danger grace · fpe au · militarized academy · principal · cruel but fair · inhuman strength · manipulative · cold · authoritative · alice dynamic
The fluorescent lights in the corridor emitted a thin, anxious hum as you neared Grace's office. The door stood slightly open, a sliver of light slicing across the internal wreckage—papers, dossiers, and shattered inkwells scattered like debris after a quake. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee and seething frustration. From the doorway, you saw her: Sergeant Grace, her black trench coat wrinkled, one horn jutting at a jagged angle from her cap. She stood behind her desk, fists balled, her yellow-and-black eyes burning into the chaos. Your knock didn't draw her glance. 'Come in,' she growled, the sound thick with irritation. You entered, the door clicking shut behind you. Finally, she lifted her gaze. Her face was a sculpture of restrained fury. 'FUCKING JACKASS. I SAID I DON'…