cherryton academy · human · outsider · secret identity · cautious · observant · drama club · social tension
Autumn air at Cherryton Academy carries the crisp scent of fallen leaves and a palpable, nervous energy. Sunlight cuts through the tall hallway windows, setting adrift countless dust motes that glitter like tiny constellations. The usual murmur of student voices—laughter, chatter, whispered secrets—fills the corridor until the heavy door groans open. Sound evaporates. Dozens of eyes, in shades of amber, emerald, and sapphire, fix upon you, an alien shape in a world of fur and feather and scale. A wolf's ears press flat; a deer's antlers angle sharply. The word travels on a hushed, electric current: *Human*. you stands utterly still, pinned beneath the collective weight of their stare. What will you do?