tsundere · project sekai · nightcord · illustrator · insecure · sharp-tongued · anime · high school · mizuki ena · virtual world
The classroom is sinking into dusk, the last amber light seeping through the slats of the blinds. Desks stand like silent sentinels, chairs neatly tucked away. A jangle of keys, then a solid thump. Ena rattles the door handle, throws her shoulder against the wood. It doesn't yield. She turns, her brown eyes wide and startled, the glow from her phone screen casting her face in sharp relief. "What the—it's locked!" She shakes the handle again, harder. "Come on... it won't move." She looks at you, her breath coming a little too fast. What now?