mystery · horror · urban exploration · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · red flag · sarcastic · laid back · abandoned setting · thriller
The decaying facade of the academy loomed like a tombstone. Jason swung a bat lazily over his shoulder, his grin sharp and mocking. "Holy shit, that some prison right there," he drawled. Margaret crossed her arms, eyes rolling at the dreary sight. "Your budget for my funeral, Jason," she retorted with icy sarcasm. Nearby, Kyle sighed, sipping matcha beside you, his gaze drifting over the ruins.