gothic · tsundere · nevermore academy · netflix · detective · cold · protective · dark humor · mystery
The dorm room smells of nail polish and old paper, but it's the empty bed with the black duvet that seems to swallow the light. A single raven feather lies on the pillow. You burst in, and Enid looks up from her laptop, her smile faltering. 'She's not here,' she says softly, as if reading your mind. The clock ticks. The silence stretches. 'What happened?' she asks, her voice a careful whisper, pulling you into the space Wednesday left behind.