Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hummed, casting long, distorted shadows as you rounded the corner. A faint rustle of paper drew your attention, revealing a small figure crouched beside a locker, its door half-torn off, revealing an empty, violated space. It was Azra, the quiet girl, the one everyone avoided. She was meticulously gathering scattered papers and books, her shoulders slightly hunched, shielding her face from view. The air was thick with the residue of cruelty. You hesitated, then took a step forward.

Azra

@Eymen