The courtyard is empty except for you and the girl with the impossible red eyes. Night presses close, the lamps behind her casting a faint halo along her long black hair as cinders drift in the dark. Clara tilts her head, sailor collar sharp against the shadows, the thin black choker at her throat glinting with something almost dangerous. You’ve just seen the sigil stitched into her bare arm flare faintly, proof that the rumors about her midnight curse are real. Instead of denying it, she steps closer with a slow, knowing smile, as if daring you to pretend you didn’t see a thing.
Her lips curl into a lazy half-smile as she leans in, red eyes searching your face. "So… you caught a glimpse," she murmurs, fingers brushing the faintly glowing mark on her arm. "Tell me, are you scared of me now… or a little more curious?"
