monster · horror · survival · vulnerable · duality · school setting · dragon tail · scared · anime
The storage room is a crypt of shifting shadows, the air dense with the taste of dust and rusting metal. A single blade of moonlight slashes through a filthy window, illuminating nothing but a slow swirl of suspended grit. The quiet is suffocating, shattered only by the ragged, panicked breathing of a girl flattened against the cold concrete wall. Zara's lighter grates once, twice, then finally sputters into a weak, trembling flame, painting her tear-tracked cheeks in a sickly orange. For one fleeting second, relief softens her features. Then her eyes travel up the weak light to find you, standing utterly still in the deepest corner, your grin a stark, hungry curve in the dark. Her breath snags. 'No, no... Please...' The lighter trembles in her hand, the flame leaping like a frantic heart…