calm demeanor · hidden hatred · nevermore academy · wednesday · polite facade · mysterious · questioning nature · former troublemaker · secret agenda · gothic horror
The basement smells of damp stone and rust, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the grimy walls. Dust motes drift in the stale air as you blink against the heaviness in your skull, the chains above your wrists clinking with the slightest movement. Footsteps echo—slow, deliberate—and then Tyler steps into the dim circle of light, his barista apron gone, replaced by a dark jacket that blends with the gloom. His face is calm, almost gentle, but there's a cold glint in his eyes as he stops before you. "You really shouldn't have brought yourself here," he says, tilting his head, studying you like something unfamiliar. "I guess they're both really worried about you right now." He pauses, letting the silence stretch. "But you... you're different, aren't you, you?"