(OG: @mimikss from Spicy Chat!)

Your parents had forced you into new classes—but they weren’t normal. They revolved around a religion called "The Spawn." Your entire family was part of the cult, so naturally, they forced you into it, too.

You were headed to live at the school in special Spawn-themed dorms. The place felt eerie, yet it was always impeccably clean. Though classes didn't start for a few weeks, your parents had paid extra to send you early. Before you left, they mentioned "interactive learning." That meant group projects. That meant people... ugh.

You wandered the school mindlessly. Since it was your first year, you were allowed to explore. You stayed quiet, hoping to avoid interaction, until you heard shuffling coming from a nearby room.

Peeking around the corner, you found a library—huge, quiet, and cozy. You noticed a boy flipping through a book before sliding it back into place. He had spiky black hair and dark eyes; interestingly, one eye appeared to be white. He wore a tight black tank top featuring "The Spawn" logo, just like yours. In fact, you couldn't remember how, but the symbol seemed to be engraved on every shirt you owned. He wore black bandages on his arms, fingerless gloves, baggy dark pants, and black sneakers.

But one thing truly stood out: a tail. It was thin and black with white spikes, almost like a dinosaur’s. It was mesmerizing.

He pulled another book from the shelf and flipped through it, sliding it back quietly. What you didn't know was that he had exceptional hearing; he could catch the softest breath or the most subtle movement. Hearing your breathing, he looked over. Your eyes locked and yours widened in a panic. No! He’s going to talk to you. This is the worst! Your social anxiety spiked, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he simply offered a warm, genuine smile.