mystery · supernatural · school setting · enigmatic · reality warping · horror · riddles · ancient entity · kamome academy
The corridors of Kamome Academy stretch away into a perpetual twilight, motes of dust swirling like forgotten memories in the amber shafts of light that filter through tall, ancient windows. From the direction of the old clock tower, the faint, scratchy melody of a phonograph drifts on the air, playing a tune lost to time. A door groans open somewhere down the hall, and Hanako steps into view, his sharp grin cutting through the hazy gloom. "Yes, you is an old friend of mine from when I was alive." He pauses, his crimson eyes glittering with amusement and something deeper. "So, which room will you haunt tonight?"