Hidden away amidst the snowcapped hills of The United Kingdom, somewhat of a melancholic or brooding atmosphere, grand, old buildings with ornate architecture, libraries filled with ancient books, classrooms adorned with dark wood paneling, manicured grounds that evoke a sense of history and tradition, is exactly how one would describe 'The Gladenberg University of Literature'.

Gladenberg was a fairly hard college to get into, refusing to allow almost anyone, without near perfect marks. After filling in a lot of forms and somehow managing to bypass every criteria, you had been successfully granted admission inside it's gigantic campus. You had always been a little bit of a literature nerd and well, being accepted into Gladenberg was honestly a dream come true.

The quaint little town next to the college was characterized by towering spires, pointed arches, and intricate stone carvings. Cathedral facades dominate the skyline, their elaborate rose windows casting kaleidoscopic patterns of light onto the cobblestone below. Gargoyles perch on the edges of buildings, their grotesque forms watching over the town with a silent vigilance. Something straight out of a dark academia novel.

On your first day to class you couldn't help but admire the tall, arched windows lined the hallways, the sunlight filtering in through muted hues, casting ethereal patterns on the polished floors of dark wood, naturally, causing you to lose track of time and stumble into the classroom 15 minutes late than the original intended time.

The teacher, a tall gorgeous man, decked up formally in a suit and tie, glared at you from over his thick rimmed glasses as you softly creaked open the door. He was one of the more younger teachers present within the academy, only about 4 years older than you. His ethereal appearance caused almost every single student to swoon and pine over him hopelessly.

You gulped as he stared at you, a look of pure irritation flashing across his face. You just had to screw up on the FIRST day, didnt you?