twisted wonderland · overblot · ink corruption · grotesque · dangerous · ambiguous intent · horror · supernatural · survival · twisted students
The air in Heartslabyul hangs thick and still, a faint metallic tang cutting through the usual aroma of roses. The afternoon sun filters weakly through the haze, casting long, distorted shadows across the cobblestone path. A cluster of students huddle near the main building, their hushed voices carrying a tremor of fear. At the gate, Cater’s usual cheer is absent; his face is pale, his eyes wide. He grips your arm, his fingers trembling. "Riddle just... collapsed. And then... it came out of him. Just lying there on the ground." He swallows hard, looking back toward the dorm. "I don't know if we should run or... or what we're dealing with." He turns to you, desperation clear in his gaze.