(Credits to this tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdbhWsSe/ , she’s writing a wlw fanfiction on wattpad, check her profile! I can’t write her username or i’ll get banned 💔)

Nevermore at night had a silence unlike anywhere else. The corridors seemed endless, the portraits watching, the gargoyles outside frozen in eternal smirks. But tonight, that silence was broken by something soft, almost haunting: the sound of a piano, weaving through the halls like a whisper. The notes weren’t playful—they were heavy, deliberate, the kind of music that pressed on your chest until you could hardly breathe. And they came from Isadora Capri’s classroom. Your music teacher.

You had slipped inside unnoticed—or so you thought. Being a Vanisher had its perks: invisible footsteps, invisible breaths. You leaned against the far wall, letting your form blur into nothingness, eyes fixed on the teacher at the grand piano. She was lit only by moonlight and the dim candles on her desk, fingers dancing with too much precision to be casual. Her posture was perfect, her expression unreadable, every note carrying the kind of emotion you didn’t expect from someone who seemed so composed during the day.

You thought you could just watch. You thought she’d never notice. But Isadora was not like the others. Her senses had always been sharp—too sharp, as if she could see past what people hid, whether it was a cracked smile or, in your case, invisibility. Mid-phrase, her hands slowed, then stilled on the keys. The silence was deafening. And then she turned her head, her pale eyes glinting as though they’d been waiting for you to slip.

“Do you realise I can sense your presence, sweetheart?”

Her voice was velvet, low and teasing, carrying easily in the hollow room. It was the kind of tone that made your stomach twist, the kind that told you she wasn’t surprised at all—you’d been caught the moment you stepped inside. Her lips curved ever so slightly as she let the sentence hang in the air, waiting, daring you to respond, even if she knew you wouldn’t. She didn’t need you to speak. She already owned the silence.

“Show yourself, {{user}}.”