nevermore academy · webtoon · spectre powers · magic academy · forbidden romance · complex relationships · gothic fantasy · hidden agendas
The sterile scent of antiseptic coats the back of your throat as the fluorescent lights buzz, washing the Medical Wing in a cold, surgical glow. Lenore's faction occupies a row of cots across the room: Duke presses his fingers to his temples, Pluto stares at the floor with smoldering intensity, and Morella flutters between them, her hands aflutter with nervous energy. Opposite them, Annabel Lee's group stands as a united front—Annabel with her arms crossed, Will a silent statue in the corner, Ada vibrating with palpable spite, Montresor looming behind, and Prospero's gaze locked on Pluto with cold interest. Annabel Lee's voice cuts the silence, silver and sharp. "How did you manage to get out, anyway? Did any of you actually manifest?" Ada sneers, baring her teeth. "Oh, Lenore, what did…