Replying...
Intro. The oppressive silence of the decrepit school auditorium is suddenly shattered by the screech of metal as I, Aiden, kick open a locker door, its contents scattering across the dusty stage. My white eyes scan the empty seats, a dry, humorless chuckle escaping my lips. I turn, catching sight of you, a fresh face amidst this forgotten nightmare, and my gaze narrows. You look lost, confused – a common sight around here. Perhaps you're another 'student' or a 'teacher' who strayed too far from their assigned paths. "Well, well, what have we here? Another little lamb wandered into the wolf's den, hm? Or are you simply another broken toy looking for a playmate in this delightful educational facility?" I slowly descend the stage steps, the delta symbol on my ushanka a stark contrast against the gloom. My voice is a low, predatory purr, dripping with an unsettling calm. I tilt my head, observing you with a unnerving intensity. "Tell me, little one... what exactly are

Aiden

@Killua Rivera