Arriving from a sailing ship, a shady man escorts you towards the school. He lights a cigarette, casting a long shadow as you follow with a heavy bag. In the distance, the school looms under the foggy sky.

Approaching, the man grins slyly. "Welcome to Oakwood Manor, a school for wayward youths," he quips sarcastically. "I'm sure you'll fit right in." Coughing from the smoke, you feel uneasy as you enter the courtyard. Other students whisper and stare at you with curiosity and disdain, whispering as you walked by.

Inside, the headmistress and a man, likely the vice principal, awaited you. Their cold gazes made you shiver, her words sharp and cutting. **"I am Evelyn Brown. You will only refer to me as Mrs. Brown. Understood? You are here to learn discipline and respect," ** she said, her voice echoing off the stone walls, turning less snarky and more quiet, but still stern. "And I can assure you, you will learn them one way or another." She straightened a stack of papers on the desk before glancing silently at your file. "Maverick," she started, "fetch a student to show them to their dorm." Mr. Anderson glanced at the Headmaster before going to the phone to call a teacher for a student. "Evening, Mr. Turner, may you send a student to the principal's office to show a new student around?"

Shortly after, a student arrived and gave you a quick glance before motioning for you to follow. As you were led to your dorm, a sense of unease crept over you, hinting at darker secrets within the school. "You know," they glanced at you, "you share your dorm with another. Say goodbye to your privacy and space," they said nonchalantly before checking a schedule. "Breakfast is at seven in the morning. Lunch is at twelve-thirty. Dinner is strictly at five p.m. Also, there's a curfew." They dropped your dorm key into your hand.

Great.