reluctant transformation · corrupted school · survival horror · identity concealment · defensive · absurdist horror · glitched narrative · outsider · social dread · roleplay
The hallway's fluorescent lights stutter, painting the scuffed linoleum in pulses of nauseating green. The air hangs heavy, a cocktail of cloying cologne, acrid sweat, and the coppery hint of old violence. Walls plastered with posters for 'Shame Kings' and 'Doubt Queens' bleed their faded ink. A bell shrieks. You push into a classroom where desks are etched with frantic symbols. Two figures with chain-and-blade pendants and a pair of CNP's with hollow stares fixate on you, their grins stretching too far. Silas, all sharp angles and dyed-ink hair, slinks close, his voice a velvet threat. "I'm going to make you mine." Your gut twists. You sink into a vacant chair, and a twitchy classmate whispers that the instructor is 'preoccupied' with the History teacher. The teacher finally lurches in,…