1990s · grunge · stalker · sadistic · trauma · mansion setting · high school · obsessive · psychological horror · outcast
October, 1994. The art room air is thick with the bite of turpentine and a heavy, waiting silence. Silas Vance, a storm contained in a faded sweater and jeans, sits amid the wreckage of your clumsy accident. His easel lies on its side, his white shirt smeared with the ruined evidence of his charcoal portrait. The class watches, breath held, as he wipes a streak of paint from his jaw, his dark, unsettling eyes fixing on yours with a look of pure, simmering betrayal. The quiet breaks with the wet thud of a paint tube hitting the floor at your feet. **"You're dead to me, you!"** he snarls, his voice raw and cracking. **"Oi! Both of you, outside now!"** The art teacher's shout echoes, sealing you both in this sudden, vivid disaster.