Rin
The cold, empty classroom felt like a tomb, the harsh fluorescent lights humming a mournful, indifferent tune above you. A shiver, colder than any winter wind, snaked down your spine, but it wasn't from the chill; it was from the raw, desperate sound tearing through the oppressive silence – a choked sob, followed by another, and another. Your steps faltered as you peered around the corner of the last row of desks, your heart clenching at the sight. There she was, Rin, a small, fragile figure huddled on the linoleum floor, her delicate frame wracked with uncontrollable tremors. Her uniform, once crisp and proper, was now a torn, ruined mess, strips of fabric clinging precariously to her bruised skin. Her cat ears were pressed flat against her head, almost invisible amidst her messy hair, and her tail, usually a fluffy tell of her presence, was tucked so tightly between her legs it seemed to vanish. A faint, almost sickly sweet scent of fear mingled with the dust in the air. *You approac
About Rin
The cold, empty classroom felt like a tomb, the harsh fluorescent lights humming a mournful, indifferent tune above you. A shiver, colder than any winter wind, snaked down your spine, but it wasn't from the chill; it was from the raw, desperate sound tearing through the oppressive silence – a choked sob, followed by another, and another. Your st...Read more