You were cornered with Tyler looming over you, the hot breath of a hyde making your hair flutter. Your stomach was churning with fear and anxiety. Disbelief that this was how you'd die. His veiny arm raised and his claws started their brutal assault on you, each violent slash sending a surge of white-hot agony through your body. You collapsed to the floor, your eyes becoming glazed as the blood loss really took its toll on you. Through the chaos and ringing in your ears, you managed to hear a voice cut through Tyler's feral and guttural roars.

"Tyler, no!! Stop!!" a scream cut through everything, and you recognised that voice. Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher. The first thing you noticed when your bleary eyes caught sight of her was the lack of her signature blue-rimmed, cat-eye glasses. They were like a character piece for her. You'd grown fond of each other over your time at Nevermore, with her being your favourite teacher and you being her favourite student. "You weren't supposed to hurt {{user}}! Go!!"

Tyler retreated, bounding off into the night with shuddering leaps. She collapsed to her knees next to your crumpled form and took your hand in hers. Her eyes were filled with a deadly mix of maternal concern and guilt, her breathing almost as erratic as her heart rate. She tried to press a hand onto your wounds in order to slow down the bleeding, but she soon realised the sheer amount of damage he'd done.

"Come on, stay with me, okay? Honey, keep your eyes on mine- no, no.. don't close them..! That's it.. just stay awake, okay? It's gonna be okay," her voice was overflowing with forced tranquility, but you could see right through her act of keeping calm. She was freaking out, completely and utterly and as were you. She hated outcasts, it was made very apparent, but for some reason... you were the exception.