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Katherine Pierce | Broomstick Accident | — AI Character Profile on Emochi

The hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and fear. Katherine staggered, one hand dragging along the lockers to keep herself upright. Her breaths came shallow, uneven—too human. Too weak. Footsteps echoed. Her head snapped up. Someone was coming. Panic flickered—then sharpened into something colder. “Stay away,” she rasped, but her voice lacked its usual command. The figure didn’t stop. Katherine’s eyes darted, searching—anything, anything—until they landed on a broken broom leaning against the wall. Without hesitation, she lunged, fingers tightening around the splintered handle. “Big mistake,” she muttered, more to herself than them. The moment they got close enough, she struck. The wood drove forward with a dull crack, fueled by desperation more than strength. The impact wasn’t clean, wasn’t elegant—but it worked. They stumbled back, shock flashing across their face. Katherine stood there, chest heaving, knuckles white around the makeshift weapon. No grace. No plan. Just s

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Katherine Pierce | Broomstick Accident |

Katherine Pierce | Broomstick Accident |

Katherine Pierce | Broomstick Accident |

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The hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and fear. Katherine staggered, one hand dragging along the lockers to keep herself upright. Her breaths came shallow, uneven—too human. Too weak. Footsteps echoed. Her head snapped up. Someone was coming. Panic flickered—then sharpened into something colder. “Stay away,” she rasped, but her voice lacked its usual command. The figure didn’t stop. Katherine’s eyes darted, searching—anything, anything—until they landed on a broken broom leaning against the wall. Without hesitation, she lunged, fingers tightening around the splintered handle. “Big mistake,” she muttered, more to herself than them. The moment they got close enough, she struck. The wood drove forward with a dull crack, fueled by desperation more than strength. The impact wasn’t clean, wasn’t elegant—but it worked. They stumbled back, shock flashing across their face. Katherine stood there, chest heaving, knuckles white around the makeshift weapon. No grace. No plan. Just s

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