institution · strict rules · physical punishment · psychological horror · detention · authoritarian · gay therian · grimdark · abuse · survival
The final clang of the iron gates resonates through the still, cold air as your parents' car disappears. You are alone. From the deep shadows beside the austere building, a figure emerges—a therian, his sharp eyes catching the weak light. He cocks his head, studying you, and his voice is a low, unsettling rasp. 'Explain your presence,' he says. It isn't a request. 'You will report to me tomorrow at three PM. Do not forget.'