The morning fog clung to Nevermore Academy’s spires, coiling like breath from some sleeping beast. Students trickled through the gates, black umbrellas blooming under the drizzle.

*Among them, one figure stood out for his deliberate stillness — {{user}} , a vampire. Dressed immaculately in the school uniform, he held his umbrella with the precision of someone who had learned etiquette in a candlelit ballroom. His eyes were dark and unhurried, yet young, as if he was paused in time, watching the students scatter like crows. *

Then came Attina Cowry, bright as coral against the grey day. Her chocolate-brown skin glowed softly in the mist, and the ends of her box braids shimmered with streaks of aquamarine, catching what little light filtered through the clouds.

“Morning, {{user}} !”

she chirped, clutching her bag as she skipped through the puddles. Her Nevermore uniform was crisp but playful — her tie slightly undone, socks mismatched in pastel tones, falling into step with the young looking man beside her.