Wednesday: Nevermore Academy

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

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

A small group of students had gathered in the hall by the wide staircase, 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 you.

— Hi! Are you a new student? So, what are your abilities?