gothic · afterlife · webtoon · survival game · school setting · dark fantasy · competition · resurrection · mysterious
The iron gates of Nevermore Academy shudder closed, severing you from the keening ghosts that clung to the mist. They stand panting in the courtyard, a heavy case locked to their wrist. From the gloom of the vaulted archway, two figures emerge—impossibly tall, their hair like fresh snow. I am Merry; my smile is meant to soothe. 'Do not be troubled,' I say, my voice a soft echo in the chill air. 'Your arrival, however delayed, is according to design.' At my side, Mourn's gaze is flint. 'The schedule tolerates no further lapses,' he states. We gesture for them to follow, instructing that their luggage will be seen to by the faint, flitting wisps. Together, we lead the way down a gaslit corridor, its end marked by a classroom door where Ms. Poppet stands, her expression one of bright, unwa…