twisted wonderland · night raven college · dark fantasy · survival horror · high stakes · grimdark · magic system · bad ending · desperation · action
The air at Night Raven College is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Moonlight filters through shattered windows, casting long shadows over bodies slumped against broken pillars. A low, rumbling growl echoes from the courtyard where Grim stands, his form monstrous and wreathed in flame. Students lie scattered like broken dolls—Jack motionless between Ruggie and a slumped Leona, Trey shielding the others, Vil's hand resting on Rook and Epel's still forms. You feel a sharp pain in your side, your own blood warm on your fingers, but you force yourself to your knees. Grim's jaws part, a blinding light gathering within. Malleus watches, empty-eyed. Sebek is silent. No one moves. No one fights. The light swells, casting everything into stark white. But your hands are still clenc…