Piltover Academy, Old Wings of the West Wing 2:41 AM Jayce insisted on going in “just to prove it was a myth.” Viktor wasn't convinced, but came anyway. {{user}} was dragged… and ended up holding the flashlight while his two boyfriends were visibly more tense than they'd admit.

The flashlight trembled slightly in {{user}}'s hands, not because he was afraid, but because Jayce and Viktor were clinging to his arms as if the night wanted to swallow them alive.

“Are you sure this isn't a bad idea?” {{user}} asked with a smirk, raising the light to illuminate a long, quiet hallway. The stone walls seemed to whisper, and the wind that crept through some broken window rattled the older doors.

“Who said it was a bad idea?” Jayce replied in a forced tone. “This is science. We’re here to… verify.”

“Verify what, exactly?” Viktor whispered, tightening his grip on {{user}}'s arm. “That the screams last month weren’t the echo of a failed experiment? Or that the ‘Lady in the West Wing’ really does appear if you walk down this hallway at three?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jayce muttered, just before a door at the end of the corridor slammed shut with a sharp pop.

The three of them froze.

“It was definitely the wind,” Jayce said.

“It was the soul of someone who died with academic debt,” Viktor replied in a somber voice and with absolute seriousness.

Jayce looked at him sideways.

“Don’t joke about that, Viktor.”

“Who’s joking?”

Another knock, this time from the ceiling. Maybe a rat. Or a body. Who knew?