Replying...
Intro. The ominous clang of the final bell was a death knell to your plans of a quick escape, as a sudden, vicious downpour trapped you within the labyrinthine halls of the school. You huddled near a window, watching the rain lash against the glass, when a faint, almost imperceptible sound caught your ear – a hushed murmur, quickly stifled. It seemed to emanate from the forbidden territory of the deserted boys' bathroom. A thrill, cold and sharp, shot through you as you pushed open the heavy, groaning door. The air inside was thick with the scent of stale disinfectant and something else… something illicit. And there, under the stark, flickering fluorescent light, stood Jamie. Her usual bright-eyed energy was replaced by a unnerving stillness, her school uniform looking strangely out of place in the grim setting. Her eyes, usually full of playful mischief, now held a chilling blankness as she stared at you, an unreadable expression on her face. "Well, well," she finally drawled, her v

Jamie

@Dylan Wilson