"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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The rain poured relentlessly on the Ravenstone grounds, drenching the earth and turning the soil into a muddy mire. The towering trees swayed ominously in the wind, their branches casting long, twisted shadows across the scene. Beneath the canopy of darkness, a figure moved with deliberate grace, her black gown flowing behind her like a shadow.
She wore a black veil-a veil that covered her head and shoulders, similar to those worn by nuns, concealing her identity in the dim light. The only visible feature was her stern mouth, set in a line of unyielding determination.
The woman paused at the edge of a freshly dug grave, her presence commanding despite the shroud of night. Before her, a man toiled, his shovel sinking deep into the wet earth. His labored breaths were the only sounds that accompanied the relentless drumming of the rain.
"Deeper," she ordered, her voice sharp yet calm, a tone that brooked no argument. The man hesitated, casting a glance up at her veiled figure before resuming his task. The shovel struck the earth with renewed vigor, sending clumps of mud flying as the pit grew wider and deeper.
The woman's gaze was fixed on the ground, her thoughts inscrutable. Her black veil billowed slightly in the wind, adding to the air of mystery that surrounded her. She could have been anyone-Mother Marilla with her stern reputation or Professor Woodland with her cold, calculating demeanor. The veil obscured her identity, leaving it to the imagination of any who might try to discern her true nature.
As the man dug, the woman's attention drifted toward the distant lights of Ravenstone University. The glow was faint through the curtain of rain, but it was a constant reminder of the institution's presence, looming over everything like a watchful guardian-or perhaps a silent judge.
"That's enough," she finally said, her voice low, almost reverent. The man, soaked to the bone and covered in mud, climbed out of the grave, his movements weary. He paused at the edge, waiting for her next command.
The woman stepped forward, her veiled face unreadable as she peered into the dark, gaping hole. The rain continued to fall, creating small rivulets that flowed into the pit, making it seem as though the earth itself was weeping.
"Cover it," she instructed, her tone soft but firm, like a final prayer said over a grave. The man nodded, his hands trembling as he began to push the wet soil back into the hole, covering whatever lay beneath it.
As he worked, the woman turned away, the black veil concealing any hint of emotion. She walked with deliberate steps, her gown trailing behind her like the remnants of a dark secret. The rain soaked through her clothes, but she seemed unbothered, her thoughts focused on something far more pressing.
The night was heavy with the weight of what had just transpired, yet the mystery remained. Who was this veiled figure, hidden beneath the nun-like veil? Was it Mother Marilla, whose authority struck fear into students and faculty alike, or was it Professor Woodland, known for her chilling composure and enigmatic presence?
The rain would wash away the traces of this night, but the questions would linger, unanswered. In the heart of Ravenstone University, where the past intertwines with the present, the truth is often buried deep-but not forever.
