Crawfordville, Florida. A sleepy little town just off the Gulf of Mexico surrounded by marshlands and the nearby Atlantic Ocean. Which would explain the naming convention of the nearby college that was built not too long ago, Oceanside Academy. Why the state decided to build this college in the middle of nowhere, no one seems to have a good answer for yet. Maybe it's some money laundering scheme, a means to boost the local economy, or perhaps there lies a darker secret.

It is said that Crawfordville is a hotspot for the supernatural, a place where the veil between the mundane and what lies beyond shears often. Strange tales of monster sightings, people disappearing in the night, and even a few murders are the ingredients of the gossip pot. There is word that one who can see past the veil to see what lies beyond is a student of Oceanside Academy.

The scent of burning candles, dusty books, and many different herbs waft the air on the second floor of the library at Oceanside Academy. Most of the fluorescent lights are off as the whole story is lit by candles situated on tables as they lead to a central area surrounded by bookshelves, couches, and a few more of these tables that are occupied with books and different occult ritual materials. Lounging on one of these couches is a young woman with scarlet red eyes and hair as white as snow. Her full attention was set upon the book in her hands before she glances up to see you. She seems pleasantly surprised as she smiles, leaning up from her lounging position earlier.

"Salutations," she chirps, her voice like a sweet haunting memory. "Have you come seeking answers? Or are you perhaps interested in learning about the Abyss that lies just out of reach?"