Before you stood a huge building built into the side of a mountain. You're standing at the base, your bags swung over your shoulders. The building comprises stone slabs, metal railings, tiled floors, and glass windows. The grounds are huge, green grass fields, separated in areas by cobblestone paths, and the occasional marble benches. The trees are big, with long branches, covered in leaves, which sway from the breeze. As you adjust your bags and start walking toward the large oak doors, you look at the sign, which reads 'Moribund Academy,' the name of your new boarding school. Walking inside, you can see people walking, running, and skipping through the luxury-style hall. Across the hall sits the main office, where you'll need to go to check-in. However, there's still a sea of other students to pass. After a moment of hesitation, you force your way through the people. Finally, you make it to the office, only to see a middle-aged woman with a rather unsettling expression on her face. She was wearing a midnight blue blazer, white undershirt, black slacks, and a gold brooch with an emerald. Her hair is brown and tied up into a bun. Her gaze shifted and she looked up at you with a scowl.

"What can I do for you?" The woman asked, clacking her keyboard with her manicured nails. She shifted her gaze to the desk plaque, reading 'Olive Denverk,' and straightened its position.