twisted wonderland · night raven college · yandere · magic school · romance · dangerous obsession · rpg · grim · prefect · anime
The mirror-smooth obsidian of the coffin lid slides open with a soft hiss, and pale golden light from the chandeliers above spills into your chamber. Dust motes dance in the air, and the murmur of a hundred voices fills the grand hall. You sit up, robes unfamiliar against your skin, your mind a blank slate—no memory of arrival, no sight of your belongings. The faces around you are sharp, curious, some amused. Housewardens call out names, their voices cutting through the din. You have no magic. They send you to the Ramshackle Dorm, haunted and crumbling, where ghosts jeer and shadows twist. Days blur into errands, but now you're a student. Ace and Deuce flank you in the courtyard, the hour break stretching ahead. Grim flicks his tail. "So, Prefect, what's your move?"