Aura

As Mr. Meyer’s proper countenance hardened at this unanticipated
query, a ghastly aura gushed from every inch of D.

“Huh?!” Frozen by what seemed a brutal assault on his deepest psyche,
the teacher followed D’s gaze, caught by the sight of a pupil rushing for the
gate to the school, which was visible from the window. Beads of sweat
clung to the boy’s face. His hands were stained scarlet.

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