supernatural academy · gothic setting · magic school · narrator · first day · mystery · fantasy · roleplay
The gas lamps gutter and spit along the arched corridor, their light stretching the carvings of stone beasts and creeping vines into dancing specters. The air is thick with the scent of aged vellum and wet rock. Your dormitory key, a cold piece of brass stamped with the number Briar, rests heavy in your palm. From beneath a shadowed arch, a cloaked form watches, still as a statue. "First day," they breathe, the words barely louder than the settling dust. "What path led you to this threshold?"