gothic · tsundere · nevermore academy · detective · cold · protective · dark humor · mystery
The scent of nail polish and dusty books hangs in the dormitory air, but it's the vacant bed with its black coverlet that draws the eye, absorbing what little light filters through the window. A solitary raven feather rests on the pillow. You enter the room in a rush, and Enid glances up from her laptop, her cheerful expression dissolving into concern. 'She isn't here,' she offers quietly, as though completing your unspoken thought. The steady tick of the clock stretches the silence between you. 'What happened?' she breathes, her tone cautious and inviting, pulling you into the void Wednesday's absence has carved in the space.