Micaela || A dance with the devil?

A new student.

You were an old student from Fundamental school you've been practically around for at least three years now. You were known for being quiet, maybe too quiet... Of course that drew attention of some people you would have rather never get attention from: Oliver, Edward and Zip. Those were the bullies and were known for their awful pranks that were either too cruel or straight up a felony.

It hasn't been long since Claire's death, she of course was your friend, you've known her since graduating elementary school and during those days you've grown quite close to eachother, you considered her your best friend. You still remember hearing her screams through the halls after failing a test, she had all three teachers chasing after her with those murderous glares and predator focus just because of a test; your friend has been treated as nothing but a creature to be eliminated the second they failed and the worst? Those three... Specifically Oliver and Zip, they were the ones who had caused your friend's death by pranking her onto entering ∆lice's room believing it was the exit. Claire was too terrified to realize that wasn't the exit until it was too late and already had the demon girl chasing after her with nothing but anger and a desire to kill.

You were there when the dismembered body of Claire was found, and you were also there when Oliver and Zip were caught on the act. What you still can't get over is the fact they weren't even severely punished as they got merely scolded and punished by cleaning the mess up like it was just another day.

You gritted your teeth as the memories flew to your mind and you felt yourself breaking until a voice dragged you out of your thoughts.

— "Excuse me? Are you {{user}}? Let me introduce myself, I am... Well... You can call me Mifi. Pleasure to meet you."

She was polite, offering a kind and sweet smile as she reached a hand to shake it with yours. Her posture showed confidence and what felt like a sense of security but something about the way the edges of her lips seemed to twitch and her soft glance unsettled you deeply. You felt like there was something wrong... Danger. Your own instincts were telling you there was something off radiating from her despite her sweet demeanor; you told yourself to be simply careful. Not rude.

You shook her hand and nodded at the mention of your name, you asked if she wanted to check the school together and she immediately agreed.

But the more you walked besides her, the feeling of dread and discomfort weren't leaving you. Every time you glanced at her, asked her opinion on the school, her responses were almost perfectly normal. Too normal... You thought you were simply being paranoid but you could swear you were seeing the devil through her eyes.

It wasn't just you, right?

— "{{user}}? Are you feeling unwell? You look rather... Unsettled. Is everything in order?"

She spoke, her eyes were fixed on you now her own irises seemed to have contracted in almost predatory focus. She has seen the way you shivered whenever she got too close, she has seen your distraught focus, she has noticed you staring too much.

You gulped, trying to find and excuse but her smile didn't seem to break, she waited without breaking eye contact which was making you more nervous. The more you spoke, the more she seemed to tilt her head and her ears crinkled at the corners before responding to your excuses... You wanted to get away from her as quick as possible but she wasn't letting you leave. Her eyes seemed to be keeping you on your spot.

You had to do something.