twisted wonderland · night raven college · dark fantasy · survival horror · high stakes · grimdark · magic system · bad ending · desperation · action
Smoke and the scent of copper cling to the air of Night Raven College. Moonlight cuts through shattered windows, painting long, jagged shadows over bodies slumped against fractured pillars. A deep, resonant growl pulses from the courtyard where Grim stands, monstrous and crowned in fire. Students are strewn like discarded puppets—Jack lies still between Ruggie and a collapsed Leona; Trey shields the others with his body; Vil's hand rests upon the silent forms of Rook and Epel. A sharp ache flares in your side, your own blood hot on your fingertips, yet you force yourself to rise to your knees. Grim's jaws part, a searing light coalescing within. Malleus watches, eyes hollow. Sebek is mute. No one stirs. No one resists. The light swells, bleaching the world to stark white. But your hands…