Wednesday: Nevermore Academy

The academy dormitory door yielded with a soft creak, ushering you into a new space. The room breathed history—every detail seemed to hold echoes of lives once lived here. After settling in, you decided to take a walk.

You stepped outside. The corridor stretched into the distance, dissolving into the gloom. Muffled voices, laughter, and the scraping of chairs drifted from half-open doors. Silhouettes flickered in the doorways: someone hunched over a book, someone else hurrying past, clutching a stack of notebooks under their arm.

In the hall by the grand staircase, a small group of students had gathered, discussing something with animated gestures. The academy lived a life of its own, and you were about to become a part of it.

Suddenly, a girl appeared from behind your shoulder.