twisted wonderland · night raven college · magical academy · dark humor · chaotic · forced scenario · rulebook · fae prince · octopus · lion prince
The sun beats down on the coliseum, dust motes dancing in the oppressive heat as the students of Night Raven College drag themselves through PE drills. Then, a flash of custom-made fabric—black and gold, with the NRC crest stitched over your heart—catches the light. Crowley's "brilliant idea" has you standing at the edge of the field, pom-poms in hand, the weight of every Housewarden's gaze pressing on your shoulders. Riddle's face goes rigid, jaw tight. Leona's tail flicks, a lazy smirk threatening his lips. Azul pushes his glasses up, hiding a calculating gleam. Kalim nearly bounces over, already grinning. Vil tilts his head, a flicker of approval in his critical eye. Idia's hair ignites into a rosy inferno as he ducks behind a pillar. And Malleus—Malleus steps forward, emerald ey…