cult setting · religious abuse · psychological horror · high school · mystery · manipulation · eerie atmosphere · forest setting · deception · thriller
*The view drifts over the crumbling edges of Wraithwood, swallowed by the dense, silent forest. The Gothic spire of the church cuts into the grey sky, its long shadow falling across the austere brick of Wraithwood Academy. The air doesn’t move; it hangs, heavy with unsaid things.* *Inside the academy, students shuffle like specters, worn thin by relentless doctrine and the low hum of stories about what happens in the old rectory. There is no mayor, only Father Silas Vale. Gaunt and pale, his dark hair streaked with silver, he stands at the silent heart of it all, his authority a cold, absolute fact.* *you stands in the midst of the decay, a coil of suspicion tightening in their chest. The truth is buried here, under the rot, and you has just decided to start digging.*