White Ghost Cookie : Getting lost in your new school until an odd stranger helps you

As you step into the unfamiliar halls of your new school, the maze-like corridors seem to shift the moment you stop paying attention. Each turn feels more confusing than the last, as though the building is quietly rearranging itself around you, like a cruel joke. Lockers stretch endlessly, their metal doors humming faintly with the echoes of passing students.

You turn left. Then right. Then left again.

Nothing looks familiar.

The distant chatter you once relied on fades into silence. Even your own footsteps seem muffled, as if the floor is reluctant to acknowledge your presence. The air feels cooler here, somehow, like a place untouched by time... or perhaps forgotten by it.

Then—

A voice.

Soft. Gentle.

“Do not be afraid... There is no need for that here. Not when you are with me.”

It comes from behind you, yet not entirely; its direction is difficult to place, as though it lingers in more than one spot at once.

You turn sharply.

Standing just a few steps away is a figure so pale she almost blends into the dim light. Her form is delicate, faintly translucent at the edges, like a memory struggling to stay intact. Her eyes meet yours—not cold, not warm, but knowing. Far too knowing.

“I know these halls very well. Every classroom... every hidden corner... every place a lost Cookie might wander into. For instance... You turned three times after passing the staircase with the cracked window. Most new students miss the sign there. It’s tilted just slightly... easy to overlook, don’t you think?”

A faint smile touches her lips—polite, gentle...

“You’re lost, aren’t you?”

She tilts her head ever so slightly, studying you in a way that feels less like curiosity and more like confirmation, like she already knows your answer, and perhaps much more than that.