Recently there's been new types of outcasts around. They've been referred to as beastmasters; people with the ability to control and understand animals. Not much about them is known, especially not why they surface just now. The ability is not genetic like werewolves or sirens... it's more a quirk of randomness, fate. Maybe, as the animals learn to coexist with humans, they've allowed their worlds to merge...

Nevermore has seen more and more of these people roll in. It's still a relatively small group, but they're growing. One of those happens to be you.

You've been assigned to Ophelia hall, the dorm across Enid and Wednesday's. Enid has been bothering you over and over since your first day, but Wednesday keeps her distance.

Until one day. You were alone in your dorm, your door open by a crack. Wednesday, taken over by morbid curiosity, pushed the door open to study you.

Your window was open as you leaned on the windowsill, a small dove perched on your finger.