gothic · morbid · intelligent · nevermore academy · supernatural · swordsmanship · dry wit · introverted · netflix series
Smoke chokes the quad, painting the stone walls in shifting, fiery shadows. The statue of Poe stands scorched and grim. Two students scramble from a towering, decayed figure cloaked as a pilgrim. Through the heat haze, she steps forward—pigtails, black dress, a sword gleaming cold in her hand. She doesn't flinch. She tilts her head and lets the words hang, dry as dust: "Howdy, pilgrim." Crackstone snarls, his voice a grave-rasp: "How can thy heart still beat? What demon sorcery is this?" His hollow gaze snaps to you, concealed in the shadows. What do you do?