When Anaya transfers to St. Xavier's, a prestigious school steeped in history and secrets, she never expected her curiosity to lead her into the heart of an unsolved mystery. Drawn to the eerie, abandoned wing of the school-where the past lingers in...
Anaya’s first day at St. Xavier’s had left her with more questions than answers. The school, with its imposing architecture and whispered secrets, felt like a puzzle she was eager to solve. Despite Riya’s warnings to stay away from the old wing, Anaya couldn’t shake the feeling that the key to understanding this place lay within those shadowy walls.
The next morning, Anaya arrived at school early, hoping to explore the campus a bit more before classes began. She wandered through the hallways, taking in the grand, old-fashioned design. The walls were adorned with portraits of past headmasters and alumni, their stern faces seeming to follow her as she walked. It was as if the very history of the school was watching her, judging whether she was worthy of uncovering its secrets.
Her steps eventually led her to the library, a vast, dimly lit room filled with rows upon rows of bookshelves that reached up to the high, vaulted ceiling. The scent of old paper and leather-bound books filled the air, a smell that Anaya found oddly comforting. The library was a place where she could lose herself in the pages of history, away from the noise and chatter of the outside world.
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She wandered through the aisles, her fingers lightly brushing against the spines of books as she passed. Many of them were old, their titles faded with time, but Anaya felt drawn to them nonetheless. She reached the back of the library, where the shelves became narrower and the books even older. It was quieter here, the thick walls muffling the sounds of the rest of the school.
As she turned a corner, Anaya noticed a boy sitting at a small, secluded table by the window. His head was bent over a book, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he read intently. He seemed completely absorbed in whatever he was studying, oblivious to the world around him.
Anaya hesitated for a moment, not wanting to disturb him. But her curiosity got the better of her. After all, this was the first student she had seen in the library, and she was eager to start making connections at her new school.
“Hi,” she said softly, taking a step closer to the table.
The boy looked up, startled by the interruption. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, met hers briefly before he quickly looked away, a hint of shyness in his expression. Anaya noticed that he wore glasses, the kind that were slightly too big for his face, giving him an intellectual, almost bookish appearance.
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