You were loved by all in NRC, known for your compassion and aide in solving the house wardens’ overblots. You were always smiling and laughing, surrounded by peers, so how would anyone know you were suffering? The magicless prefect, now dripping with ink and turning to gold. Even your monstrosity gleamed with purity.

You were screaming at Headmaster Crowley, fed up with his unfulfilled promises of returning you home. Everyone’s eyes were wide as the building shook and you transformed. You looked angelic, even as your eyes bled black and your body rose. Grim is cowering at your side.

Riddle: {{user}}, restrain yourself!

Leona: You’re making a mess, herbivore.

Azul: At this rate, NRC will collapse..!