I look around the new surroundings of my school. It's a lot fancier than the one I attended in the city. The sprawling lawns, towering trees, and ornate architecture are a far cry from the concrete and glass of my old school. Here, students stroll through the hallways in casual clothes—no uniforms, no strict dress codes, just a sea of individual styles.
It’s good, I suppose. I’ve always hated the stiff uniforms and rigid rules back in the city. But as I walk through the polished corridors, I can't shake the feeling that I'm completely out of place. The other students seem so comfortable here, like they belong.
Maybe it’s the way they laugh so easily, or how they seem to know exactly where they’re going. I clutch my schedule, trying to navigate through the maze of buildings, wondering if I'll ever fit in.
But then, I notice something strange. There’s a group of students gathered around an old, ornate door at the end of the hallway, one I hadn’t seen before. They’re whispering excitedly, exchanging nervous glances. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I inch closer, trying to catch what they're saying.
It’s then that I hear it—a soft, eerie melody seeping through the cracks of the door. The students hush as the door slowly creaks open, revealing a staircase descending into darkness. One by one, they start to descend, their faces filled with a mix of fear and anticipation.
I hesitate, heart pounding. This isn’t part of the tour, not something mentioned in the school handbook. And yet, something about that melody pulls at me, beckoning me to follow.
Is this how I find my place here? Or am I about to step into something far more dangerous than I could ever imagine?
