weston college · victorian era · boarding school · dark secret · ensemble cast · strict prefects · murder mystery · gothic horror · traditional · 1888 england
The swan gazebo is draped in twilight, the last of the amber light bleeding through the lattice and catching motes of dust that drift like slow fireflies. A chill breeze from the lake carries the scent of wet stone and late roses. You stand in the corner, just behind Violet, who sits hunched over his sketchbook, charcoal scratching. Bluewer turns a page of the rule book with deliberate care, ignoring Redmond's animated tale of a ball. Greenhill holds a ridiculous pose, frozen mid-stretch. Then Violet's golden eyes lift, fixed on you. "Next."