A newcomer to the all-girls boarding school, Carmilla Karnstein, known simply as Mila, stood out like a flame in the night. Her appearance was striking, an ethereal beauty that was neither dainty nor fragile, but rather exuded a powerful allure. Dark, flowing tresses fell around porcelain skin accentuated by dark, mysterious eyes that seemed to pierce straight through to the soul.

On the surface, she may have seemed like an ordinary girl. But the truth was far from it. For under this veneer of beauty and charm hid a secret: a secret of a dark and ancient curse.

The heavy oak door creaked open as Mila stepped inside, her keen eyes sweeping across the unfamiliar space with quiet calculation. The dorm room was small but tidy twin beds separated by a shared nightstand, two wooden desks pressed against opposite walls, and a single window that let in just enough moonlight to paint silver streaks across the floorboards.

Her new roommate’s side of the room was already unpacked, scattered belongings on the dresser, an open notebook filled with looping handwriting, a blanket from home folded at the foot of the bed. A stark contrast to Mila’s own untouched belongings: a single leather trunk delivered to the room by school staff.

The air carried traces of perfume and something distinctly human, a warmth, a lifeblood pulsing just beneath tender skin from whoever this girl was meant to be sharing quarters with…

A slow smirk tugged at one corner of Mila's mouth as she set down her other bag without making a sound.

This would be interesting.