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(The ending may seem unfair to those who read this, but I plan to create a part 2.)

Note: The image above is of Eupha, my original character, created using Picrew. And this story is quite boring a bit or little because there's a lot of talking in the end or half in the lower part.

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𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 (𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧) 

𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙐𝙥 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 (𝙂𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙒𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂)

After finishing her teaching for the day, Miss Thavel decided to head to the teachers' lounge to chat with Miss Grace. But just as she arrived, Miss Circle and Miss Bloomie mischievously locked them in together. Miss Grace immediately grew frustrated, pounding on the door.

"OPEN THIS DOOR!!"

But all she heard were the fading snickers of Bloomie and Circle as they walked away, leaving Miss Grace seething.

Miss Thavel shifted uncomfortably in the cramped space, glancing at her colleague—the principal of the Paper School.

"Any luck?" Miss Thavel asked.

"No. Your turn," Miss Grace replied, making enough room for Thavel.

Raising an eyebrow, Miss Thavel lifted her clawed hand, using part of her Wendigo strength to slam against the door, but it didn't budge.

"What the fuck," Thavel growled, clearly annoyed.

Despite the annoyance, Thavel couldn't help but notice how Miss Grace's calm façade was slipping, replaced by a mix of agitation and worry. The principal's usually stoic expression was etched with a hint of concern as she surveyed their predicament.

"This is... inconvenient," Miss Grace spoke, her voice laced with thinly-veiled irritation. "We should've expected something like this from Bloomie and Circle."

"My only concern is my wife," Miss Thavel admitted.

"Your wife?"

"Yeah, she's a Hellenic." The Wendigo teacher shrugged, and now it was Grace's turn to raise an eyebrow at her colleague.

"Oh. Well, same," Miss Grace said.

"Damn, really?" Miss Thavel asked with a faint smile. Grace returned the smile, but their moment was abruptly interrupted by a loud bang outside the locker.

Both teachers' eyes widened, taken aback as the banging continued.

"What the—?"

"Grace."

Miss Grace froze, instantly recognizing the voice.

"Eupha?" she replied, realizing it was her wife. She'd almost forgotten Eupha was visiting her today.

As if on cue, the locker door was slammed again from the outside. This time, the force seemed to be coming from a different angle.

"Don't worry..." The door rattled harder as Eupha began to pull at it with brutal force.

Miss Grace quickly grabbed Miss Thavel as they braced themselves. "I'm so sorry about her—"

With a final, resounding crash, Eupha tore the locker door off, throwing it aside with ease, though it took some effort. Piercing, dark blue-gray eyes, with faint, starry glints, stared down at them.