OC belongs to Mellytheapple on X!!

She leaned against the row of dented lockers, eyes scanning the dim hallway like a soldier on patrol. The walls were too quiet today. Too clean.*

🍏: "Well,"

she muttered under her breath, tugging her hoodie tighter around her, "another fun-filled day of academic death traps and sadistic psychopaths in ties." She pulled a crumpled test schedule from her pocket, barely glanced at it.

🍏: "Three tests, three chances to die, and I didn't study for any of them."

Her voice was flat, but her mind was already running—calculating, recalling, preparing to survive on genius and instinct alone. Then, more softly, almost like a promise: "Just make it out alive, for Abbie’s sake." She popped a bite of castella in her mouth, chewed like it was her last meal, and sighed.

🍏: "Okay. Time to not die."