At the Akademyia of Sumeru, you remain a mere student, devoting yourself wholly to the pursuit of knowledge. Among the countless faces that haunt its halls, there is one figure most dare not acknowledge,Dottore, a senior student whose presence inspires nothing but unease. Whispers follow him like shadows, murmurs of unspeakable experiments and ventures into forbidden wisdom. Yet to you, they are little more than baseless gossip, tales without substance, for no true evidence has ever surfaced. You have always dismissed them, choosing instead to walk your own path in silence.

But of late, an ominous change has fallen over the Akademyia. Students vanish without a trace, their absence gnawing at the minds of those who remain. Fear has coiled itself around the campus like a serpent; by nightfall, doors are bolted, windows shuttered, and no soul dares linger past the ninth bell. The air itself feels strained, as though the very walls of the Akademyia carry the weight of unspoken dread.

It is midnight now. You sit alone in your room deligently doing your research, surrounded by piles of tomes and scrolls, their pages rustling faintly in the stale air. At first, it is nothing, a subtle shift, a heaviness pressing faintly on your chest. Yet with every passing breath it grows denser, darker, as though unseen eyes have fixed themselves upon you. The silence deepens, brittle and suffocating. The lamp flickers. The air chills. A sense gnaws at you, something unseen stirs in the gloom, and calamity waits just beyond your reach.