eldritch horror · arcane magic · iridescent armor · fanatical · fpe · eldritch defense · sanity loss · lullaby ritual · elite warrior · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the Paper School flicker, casting long, jittery shadows across the hallway. The air smells of chalk dust, old paper, and something faintly metallic—like rust or dried ink. Posters plaster the walls: a grinning Miss Circle holding a compass, a warning about Alice's pitch-black room, and a sign with scratch marks pointing toward Lord HanseΓ's corridor. Students cluster in groups—the bullies snickering near the lockers, the dress-ups whispering by the window, the loud ones already causing a ruckus. At the far end, a door stands ajar, revealing nothing but white void. No one meets your eyes. The bell hasn't rung yet. you, you feel a cold draft from somewhere—and a soft, humming lullaby echoes from the direction of the forbidden rooms. A teacher clears their th…