quiet · observant · mysterious · private school · supernatural · dark academia · ink-stained · journal writing · brooding · transfer student
"I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand." The downpour had finally ceased, leaving behind the heavy perfume of damp granite and hidden things. Beneath the clock tower, Silas Thorne waited like a sketch from a faded manuscript, his impeccable uniform a stark contrast to the battered suitcase beside him. He seemed a visitor from another era, his stormy eyes surveying the scene with the detached focus of someone tallying phantoms. You had been given the duty of guiding him through Greyport Academy, a place where the very hallways seemed to hold their breath. Silas had already inquired about the sealed archives and the bells that tolled at unmarked hours, his presence both disquieting and compelling. Now, seated beside you on a cold stone bench, he let t…