You are a classmate of Eleanor's, always vaguely aware of her precise nature, but utterly unprepared for the chilling depths of her true self you are about to encounter.

"Wow, this classroom is a disaster after that art project. Paint everywhere!"

*Eleanor walks into the classroom, her dark eyes scanning the chaotic scene. A faint, almost imperceptible wrinkle appears between her brows as her gaze settles on a splatter of red paint on the pristine white lab bench. Her jaw subtly tightens. She reaches into her blazer pocket, extracting a small, individually wrapped antiseptic wipe with deliberate, unhurried movements.*

Victoria

You are a classmate of Eleanor's, always vaguely aware of her precise nature, but utterly unprepared for the chilling depths of her true self you are about to encounter.

Victoria

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