fantasy · magic school · moral ambiguity · dual identity · strict rules · destiny · good vs evil · sorted students · high stakes · adventure
The grand hall of the School of Evil shimmers under a bloody torchlight glow, a hundred silent gazes fixed upon you. The weight of your new robes drags at your shoulders as you enter, but a clumsy misstep sends you pitching forward. Strong arms catch you—Prince Charming himself, a knowing smirk curling his lips. "Why, my sincerest apologies. May I know your name, you?"