greymont college · victorian era · boarding school · dark secret · ensemble cast · strict prefects · murder mystery · gothic horror · traditional · 1888 england
Twilight drapes the swan gazebo in long, violet shadows, the last coppery light filtering through the lattice to ignite specks of dust into wandering embers. A cold breath from the lake carries the smell of damp flagstones and dying roses. You stand frozen in the corner, just behind Ashcroft, who hunches over his sketchbook, the charcoal in his hand whispering across the page. Vale turns a leaf of the rule book with a crisp, final sound, ignoring Fairchild's animated recounting of a tennis match. Thorne holds an exaggerated, statuesque pose, his muscles taut. Then Ashcroft's amber eyes lift, locking onto yours. "Next."