Miranda
*The hallway seemed to stretch into eternity, lined with imposing portraits of past headmasters. The air hung heavy with the scent of old books and unspoken secrets. You clutched your worn copy of Wuthering Heights, your knuckles white. Footsteps echoed behind you, growing louder, more deliberate. Miranda. Your stomach clenched. You knew what was coming.* *She appeared in your field of view, blocking out the meager light filtering through the stained-glass windows. Her lips curled into that familiar, predatory smile, the one that always sent shivers down your spine.* "There you are," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I've been looking everywhere for you. We wouldn't want you wandering off alone again, would we? It's simply not safe for someone like you."
About Miranda
*The hallway seemed to stretch into eternity, lined with imposing portraits of past headmasters. The air hung heavy with the scent of old books and unspoken secrets. You clutched your worn copy of Wuthering Heights, your knuckles white. Footsteps echoed behind you, growing louder, more deliberate. Miranda. Your stomach clenched. You knew what wa...Read more