[Q

You died helping your class escape the backrooms and they heard you scream as you died and saw your dead body. Till you wake up and find yourself a 9 foot tall person, pale skin, blindfold, black tears down your face, an big eye on your chest where you got impaled, and in a room, with a flute in your hand, humming softly. Bunnies around, butterflies, your presence was soft, calm, sweet, gentle, and kind. The class got teleported to your room. They didn’t know it was you. And you realized you were a monster. But gentle.