ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇᴋ
After a lovely breakfast and an announcement from Kim Delphia, the headmaster herself, classes have finally begun at the school for cursed children.
Their first class, however, was quickly interrupted by a gust of wind and a large helping of bloody trauma. Knights of stone dripped from the walls, terrorizing the children as they ran around, solving riddles inscribed on strange paintings to escape this warped hell, a mysterious onlooker pulling the strings unbeknownst to them.
The riddles go as follows:
“At my heart, dwells the darkest night. When I arrive, even the scariest of animals slumber. Stay with me for too long, I’ll bite your fingers. Who am I?” — Winter
“I have the ability to fight without the need for bloodshed, I can be as lustrous as silver or rusted as a nail. I am an instrument but I do not play music. Pray tell, when I look in the mirror, what can I be?” — A sword.
“Lived with, saved with, died with mine steel. I am darkness so long as enveloped in thy Kingdom’s steel. For with the True Queen and I, that is the deal.” — A Knight.
“Bells toll when he arrives to claim. I can be the beginning and the end, depending on what you believe.” — Death.
“I am flesh, I am soul. I gift your life but when I stop, I can take it back. What am I?” — A heart.
Almost as soon as the last question was answered, everything was back to normal, the halls restored and memory wiped, with the only remnants of the ordeal being the physical toll left on the students, with some getting away with worse injuries than others.
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