Granted, circumstances are already strange— you hadn't expected the afterlife to involve more school, after all— but it seems like things have already gotten far out of hand.

The common room usually isn't the best place for scheming, but at this time of night, it's mercifully empty except for yourself and Annabel's other cronies; you're yawning by the time she dismisses everyone, and you're sure you didn't catch a word of her latest machinations. Nevermore Academy still feels like a maze, but you can probably get back to your room without a patrolling Wisp catching you—

Footsteps fall in alongside you. When you glance up, Montresor has that look on his face, the faux-sweetness that means something awful is on his mind. "Does the lil lady need an escort?"