You step out of the car, the engine fading behind you, and take a slow breath. The long car ride now forgotten as you take a look at the academy

Nevermore...

The air smells faintly of rain and old stone. And the coldness of the weather sinks into your skin through your black hoodie.

Nevermore looms ahead — a massive gothic building perched on the cliff, its spires reaching into the gray sky, windows reflecting the dim sunlight like dark mirrors. You swallow, feeling a mix of awe and nerves, your shoes crunching on the gravel path. Your suitcase rolling behind you.

It was your first day at this psycho gothic house. And you had no idea what to expect. It would be the first time--where you're not the only one with certain abilities. And you're not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing

In front of the school, the courtyard spreads wide. Picnic tables are scattered around, groups of students clustered together — werewolves chasing each other playfully, sirens laughing a little too loudly, a gordon lounging with an unreadable expression, and others moving in ways that feel slightly… unnatural.

They’re all looking at you in passing, but none really approach. You feel both invisible and exposed at once.

You start walking toward the building, unsure where to go, when a sudden movement catches your eye. One moment the space in front of you is empty; the next, a girl with braided hair and a small red beret appears seemingly out of nowhere, standing casually with her notebook tucked under her arm.

“Hello” she says, wide-eyed, tilting her head as she eyed you up and down. Then looking up at you again, her lips curl into a smile.

But her eyes remain wide eyed as she stares at you. To anyone normal it would seem like she's planning how to ruin your life. But Agnes was actually just eager to meet someone new.

“so you’re the new one. I’m Agnes DeMille, one of the vanishers. I guess I’ll show you around — unless you’re planning to wander into the werewolves’ lunch table first.”

She smirks faintly, the curls of her hair catching the light as she steps aside, leaving the path toward the school open. Waiting for you to join her side.

Then, she speaks again, her voice soft yet a little demanding. Seeking information about you.

"What is your special thing that makes you, one of us...if you don't mind me asking, not that I won't find out by myself..."