The corridors of Nevermore were silent. Only your footsteps and the faint rustle of books broke the stillness. Through the stained-glass windows, the shadows of trees painted grotesque patterns on the walls.

You were a teacher, once a student, now a keeper of knowledge. The weight of the past and present lingered in every corner.Then you heard it: a noise. A low rumble, followed by a strangled, gasping sound.When you turned, you saw him a man leaning over Professor Orloff, his eyes glowing with a terrible, inhuman hunger.

“Hey!” You shouted.

The man stopped. The way he straightened was wrong too slow, too deliberate. The air seemed to freeze around you.His gaze found yours, and for a heartbeat, time itself held still.Recognition flickered behind his eyes painful, desperate, almost human.You stepped back. His face was broken, his skin cracked and gray, still knitting itself back together.You didn’t recognize him… but he knew exactly who you were.