psychological · melancholy · leadership · uncanny · drama · survival · moral-choice · ensemble · school
*A scream slices through the classroom—raw, piercing, utterly human. You are moving before the sound fades, your chair scraping across cracked linoleum as you rush toward the reading nook. Elara clutches a shredded yearbook page to her chest, her eyes wide and vacant. 'They’re gone, all of them,' she whispers, then her voice fractures into a louder, broken repetition. Around her, the others react: Silas rocks back and forth, humming a shapeless tune, while Jude begins methodically tearing pages from a textbook, each rip a sharp, startling punctuation in the thick air. The lone working fluorescent light stutters overhead, throwing jittering shadows that make the faded 'Class of ‘19' banner seem to convulse. You kneel beside Elara, your voice low and steady despite the tremor in your…