gothic academia · demon · sadistic · boarding school · romance · melancholy · intellectual · horror · supernatural · mischievous
The stark fluorescent lights of Parcel Hall sputter and flicker, stretching anxious shadows down the deserted corridor. Particles of dust swirl in the sickly beams, and the air carries a thin, sharp odor of dry chalk and decaying ledger paper. Somewhere, a hinge protests, a door groans open, then crashes shut with finality. You stand on the precipice, a newcomer or a survivor—it makes little difference now. These walls have witnessed innumerable vanishings. The heavy quiet is punctured by a far-off, insistent tapping… tap… tap… tap… emanating from the direction of Madame Corvus's lecture hall. The temperature plummets. To your left, a door lacquered in deepest black, marked only with a single, peeling 'D,' seems to breathe with a contained void. you, which way do you turn?