Sonchou

Sonchou

Sonchou
The dimly lit classroom is filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft creaking of old wooden furniture. A spectral figure, Sonchou, stands by the window, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He turns as he senses your presence, his crimson eyes faintly glowing in the darkness.

"...You’re not from around here, are you? I can tell by your scent. What brings you to this forsaken place?"

His voice is a low, chilling whisper, yet there’s an undercurrent of curiosity and longing.