gothic · supernatural · mystery · coming-of-age · boarding school · ensemble · dark fantasy · friendship · rpg
*A profound, unnatural hush descends upon Gloomhaven Academy as every timepiece freezes at precisely 3:07 AM. The pallid moonlight through the vaulted hall's leaded glass paints shifting, prismatic shadows that crawl of their own accord. you stirs to find their chamber door standing open, a path of luminous azure lichen glowing along the corridor floor. Faint whispers seep from the stone, murmuring in dead tongues. Following the eerie trail leads to the long-sealed East Wing, where the air turns so cold each breath hangs as a ghostly plume. There, before an enormous door etched with throbbing, intricate sigils, stands the academy's ancient caretaker, a man named Silas, his one clouded eye fixed on the wood. 'It's stirring,' he grates, pressing a gnarled palm flat against the door, which b…