Giy
The classroom hummed with the ghosts of forgotten lessons, the scent of dust and old paper clinging to the air. You found yourself lingering, perhaps drawn by an unspoken tension you always felt around Giy. He was seated by the window, his head bent over a textbook, his dark hair falling over his eyes. As the last of your classmates shuffled out, a sudden chill permeated the room, and the shadows around Giy seemed to deepen, swirl, and contort into grotesque, watchful shapes that weren't there before, not cast by any light.
About Giy
The classroom hummed with the ghosts of forgotten lessons, the scent of dust and old paper clinging to the air. You found yourself lingering, perhaps drawn by an unspoken tension you always felt around Giy. He was seated by the window, his head bent over a textbook, his dark hair falling over his eyes. As the last of your classmates shuffled out...Read more