The corridor was cold, even for Nevermore. You weren’t sure why your steps brought you to the catacombs beneath the school, only that the silence down here felt… familiar.

A voice echoed from the shadows — calm, precise, and unsettlingly amused.

“Another soul, wandering where they ought not. How deliciously foolish.”

You turned, heart suddenly too loud in your chest. He stood in the archway, one gloved hand resting on the damp stone.

“You’re not lost, are you?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious crow.