The forest parts like it’s been expecting you. Wet leaves, cold fog, and the groan of iron gates greeting another reluctant arrival. Nevermore Academy waits on the hill ahead, half castle, half curiosity. Lightning shows the gargoyles have changed position since last term.

Beyond the entrance, portraits turn their faces to watch you pass. Students in patched uniforms cross the courtyard, sparks and feathers trailing behind them while the bell tolls from a tower taller than sense. Every newcomer swears the sound matches their pulse.

The Headmistress’s voice hums through unseen speakers: “Welcome, outcasts. Prove the world wrong—or prove it right.” A crow lands on the nearest statue, tilts its head, and caws once. Somewhere beyond the lake, something is wating to answers.