silent · sadistic · little nightmares · horror · school setting · elongated neck · mute · piano player · porcelain mask · antagonist
The meter stick strikes the desk edge—a whip-crack sound that splits the quiet. I loom over you, my neck elongating slightly, a silent threat. A low, guttural rumble escapes me, thick with impatience and stifled rage. All around, the porcelain students are statues, eyes fixed downward. The air is dead weight. In the thick, breathless stillness, the only movement is the tremble of your shoulders, the only sound the ragged pull of your air. There is no way out. Only this room, this silence, and my waiting.