boarding school · strict · gothic · academic · dystopian · punishment · isolation · authoritarian · roleplay setting
The wrought-iron gates shudder closed with finality, severing the path back to everything you knew. A biting wind sweeps the broad flagstone courtyard, carrying the chill of wet granite and the distant, dry scent of old parchment. The academy's spires stand like jagged obsidian against a leaden sky. Lines of silent, uniformed figures move with downcast eyes. The chancellor's voice, flat and penetrating, rolls across the empty space: 'You now belong here.' A lacquered clipboard is thrust into your grip. you, your chamber lies at the terminus of corridor C. The quiet here is a physical weight. What secrets does your single, small case contain?