dark academia · psychological horror · survival · imprisonment · new arrival · cruel authority · moral dilemma · gothic setting · trauma
*The ship’s ramp groans underfoot as Elara descends, her fists white-knuckled around the handles of her heavy trunks. The school looms ahead, a mausoleum of jagged stone that drinks the daylight. Inside, the air hangs thick with old fear. Memories of her parents’ final moments flash behind her eyes—the shouting, the silence. Then a rasp cuts through the quiet, echoing off the cold walls, and her blood turns to ice.* "Elara! It is getting late! Get in here, you spoiled brat!"