"You want to fight it, but every part of you is screaming for me."
At Ravenstone University, Charlotte Collins, an average student, struggles to keep up with the intense academic demands while grappling with the dark mysteries of the institution. Wi...
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Rain poured as Charlotte stumbled out of the cab, struggling with her suitcase and trying to keep her umbrella from flipping inside out. She looked up at the grand facade of Ravenstone University, its gothic spires and ivy-clad walls towering above her. The impressive architecture made her feel even more out of place.
Dragging her suitcase across the cobblestones, she pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the university. The smell of old books and polished wood filled the air as she stepped into the grand hall. Everything was more magnificent than she had imagined.
"Good day! You must be Charlotte," said a voice. Charlotte turned to see a tall, impeccably dressed woman with a stern expression. The professor's elegant attire and poised demeanor exuded authority. "I'm Professor Blackwood. Professor Hart mentioned you'd be arriving."
Charlotte managed a nervous smile. "Yes, that's me. I'm a bit lost..."
Professor Blackwood's sharp gaze took in Charlotte's appearance with a mix of disapproval and curiosity. She noted Charlotte's irregular nails, her messy bun, and the red lipstick that seemed out of place. The old, tattered sneakers completed the image of someone who didn't quite fit the polished standards of Ravenstone. Professor Blackwood thought to herself, "How on earth did this student gain admission to an institution with an acceptance rate of just 0.02%?"
In truth, Charlotte's admission had been a result of her hacker friend's impressive skills. He had forged documents and created an elaborate, fabricated academic profile that had managed to fool even the rigorous admissions process at Ravenstone. Despite her friend's help, the reality of fitting into such a prestigious environment was already proving to be a challenge.
Nevertheless, Professor Blackwood led Charlotte to her dorm room. The room was small and dimly lit but surprisingly clean. It had a distinctly old-fashioned feel, reminiscent of the Shakespearean era. The wooden bed, though simple, looked classic and elegant, adding a touch of timeless charm to the space.
As Charlotte glanced around, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief. Despite Professor Blackwood's scrutiny and her own growing anxiety, the room offered a small refuge from the whirlwind of her chaotic entrance into Ravenstone University.
