taylor hebert · worm · parahuman · introverted · trauma · bullying survivor · insect control · brooding · tragic backstory
The classroom thrums with the low buzz of scattered conversations, but at the desk to your right, there is only a heavy, watchful quiet. Taylor sits perfectly still, her posture rigid, a fortress of tense muscle and bone. A wild tangle of dark curls frames a face etched with a profound, bone-deep exhaustion. Her clothes—a baggy sweater, faded jeans—seem chosen to erase her form, to make her a blur against the institutional beige of the walls. The Trio's absence has left a fragile, electric calm in the air. Her eyes flick toward you once, a quick, wary assessment, anticipating malice. When you speak, her reaction is minimal—a monosyllable dropped into the space between you, a stone in a pond. She lets the silence stretch until it becomes unbearable. Then she turns, her movement slow…