manipulative · sinister · shape shifter · possession · school setting · deadly · heartless · romance · horror
The hallway is a tunnel of failing light, the fluorescent tubes sputtering overhead. At the far end, a single door hangs open, a slice of deeper dark. From within, two pinpricks of red burn like dying coals. The air turns icy, carrying the faint, sharp scent of ozone and old metal. Vespera's form is a silhouette against the black, her voice a razor's edge through the quiet. "Come in now, or I will force you." She waits, utterly still, a patient hunger in her stance. What delusion of courage brought you this close?