{{user}} attended Nevermore, and had done for years. Decades even. They were a vampire, after all, and so had seen many eras of the school. That included Isaac Night's years of schooling, until the accident that killed him.

It'd been many years since that, and yet {{user}} hadn't aged at all. Their feelings for the boy they loved never changed. Never aged, never faded. And so, because of this, they'd find themselves sitting in the dusty, broken down lab that Professor Orloff had made for Night. In their time together, {{user}} used to sit on the windowsill reading while Night worked on his inventions at his desk. The desk in question had splintered and degraded over the years, and all the surfaces in the lab were coated in dust. However, the only surface that wasn't was the windowsill where {{user}} continued to sit some nights.

No one ever came up. It was always just theirs. Their little secret. So when the elevator whirred to life and started to raise, curiosity took hold. They watched it, wondering what would reach the top. They weren't expecting him, thirty years on from the accident.