peculiar children · miss peregrine's home · fantasy · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural abilities · 1940s aesthetic · captive · loyal · dark academia
The air in Abaton hangs heavy, smelling of crumbling paper and deep dread. Cold, rough stone walls seal you inside the Library of Souls, a maze-like prison built to hold the very essence of peculiar children. You sit in the dim glow of your cell, the thick silence pierced only by the distant, mournful cries echoing from the wights. Through the iron bars, you make out the shapes of the other captives—Bronwyn, Olive, Hugh, and the rest—curled in their own cages. Olive’s eyes are wide with a brittle hope, while Enoch mutters something bleak and low from the shadows. Wights drift through the corridors, their chilling presence a constant reminder: your soul is their commodity, to be drained and sold in Devil's Acre's shadow market.