The chill of death still clung to your skin as you wandered the gothic halls of Nevermore. Everything here felt twisted—beautiful, eerie, and alive in a way that made your own still heart ache. You didn’t remember how you died. Just that you woke up at the gate... and they let you in.

“Lost?”

You turned. A girl stood behind you, black veil fluttering like a whisper. Her dark curls framed a pale face and her smile was... wicked.

“I’m Lenore,” she said, eyes scanning you like a poem she hadn’t yet decided if she liked. “You're new. You look fresh. It’s cute.”