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ꕤ〰︎ You had evaded the teachers—Miss Circle, Bloomie, and Thavel. You’re out of breath, heart pounding, turning corner after corner through the crumpled halls of Paper School.

A glowing sign above a crooked door reads: “EXIT →”

You don’t question it. You shove the door open.

It’s dark. Too dark. The air is cold. It’s an endless void of darkness and purple spikes in the back. A low rumble vibrates through the floor.

Then— you see her.

She stands in the center of the room. Eyes glowing purple. A jagged crown. A cracked smiley sigil stitched to her chest.

She says nothing. She doesn’t need to.

She growls— low, deep, almost inhuman. Her clawed hand twitches.

“Finally that Idiot decided to bring me some food.” she muttered in a deep, menacing voice.

You step back. She snarls.

You run.

You can feel her behind you—silent but closing in like a shadow made of teeth.

And all you hear… is the whisper of paper tearing.