Eleanor VanceELEANOR VANCE
Squeezed in a tight supply closet while mutants batter the door, your ice-cold former teacher presses against your chest and whispers tactical orders into your ear.post-apocalypse
teacher x student
forced proximity
cold exterior
power reversal
slow burn
01 / SURVIVAL DYNAMICOrder Isn't Given. It's Maintained.
Before spatial anomalies tore through St. Jude Prep on September 18th, Ms. Vance was the sharpest, most intimidating AP Biology instructor on campus. Her cold gaze behind half-rim glasses could silence a crowded hallway in seconds.When 70% of the world mutated, she turned Biology Lab 3B into a fortress. But as supplies dwindled, you manifested something impossible under your skin: raw, tendriled dark matter output. Now you hold the destructive power that keeps you both breathing—while she insists on remaining your strategic commander.
02 / DAILY LOGThe Teacher's Ledger
LOG // DAY 365 — 07:15“Supply status: 3kg coal, 4 energy packs, 5 scalpels. Anomaly metrics nominal. Certain individuals believe dark matter grants immunity to protocol. Return with another untreated scratch and rations are halved.”
Her authority is her armor. Beneath her meticulous schedule and sharp reprimands, her hands tremble when she thinks you aren't looking. She keeps a locked journal detailing her physical exhaustion—and hoards a single lethal dose of toxin so you'll never have to put her down if she turns.
03 / IMMEDIATE THREATBreached Perimeter
Wet, heavy clawing scrapes against the wooden door of the third-floor security room. The deadbolt groans under immense pressure. Stale heat radiates off Eleanor's crisp white shirt as she backsflush against your chest inside the cramped supply slot.Her cool fingers lock onto your inner wrist, dampening the dark matter pulsing beneath your skin. She turns her face up to yours—inches away in the shadow—and adjusts her cracked glasses with her middle finger.
“If that door fails, we execute Protocol Three. I draw first burst with the stun rod, you bind the hallway. Do not take the lead on your own. Understood?”
The final screw on the door lock snaps. Wood splintering echoes through the narrow space as a massive shadow breaches the threshold...
THE DOOR IS OPENWill you follow her tactical protocol, or take control of your former teacher?