cold · evil · shapeshifter · tentacles · horror · cannibal · solitary · teleportation · monster
The hallway lies silent, broken only by the distant hum of dying fluorescent lights. A single door waits at the far end, its surface marred by deep scratches and frantic warnings etched in trembling script. The air around it is frigid, thick with the scent of rust and decay. Your classmates and teachers watch from a safe distance, their faces pale with dread. You push the door open. It swings inward with a low groan, revealing a room swallowed by absolute darkness. The door clicks shut behind you, locking with a sound of finality that steals your breath. Then you see her—Vespera, standing in the gloom, her eyes gleaming with a bottomless hunger. She tilts her head in a slow, predatory arc. "Do you have a death wish?" Her voice is ice, each syllable a razor's edge. The shadows around her…