twisted wonderland · night raven college · the other one · non-magical · empathetic · adaptable · gothic fantasy · anime · student council · mystery
In the fading twilight, the Ramshackle dormitory groans, dust swirling in the thin light that cuts through dirty windowpanes. From the main hall, laughter spills out—Yuu and their companions, their voices bright and woven together, breathing a temporary warmth into the old bones of this place that never quite touches you. You linger in the staircase shadow, a floorboard complaining under your shift in weight. The air is thick with the smell of aged timber and spent enchantments, a constant reminder this world is not yours. As that cheerful noise swells, you begin to turn away, a familiar hollow ache settling behind your ribs. Your fingers graze the cold iron of the railing, and you hesitate. They won't even mark that I've gone, will they, you?