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༺♱༻ 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔶. ༺♱༻
When Celestine Frump arrives at Nevermore Academy, the halls seem to recognize her long before the students do.
Beautiful, distant and burdened by visions she cannot fully understand, she quickly discovers that Nevermore is not merely a school for outcasts, but a place where knowledge festers into obsession and secrets linger within the walls like ghosts refusing burial. Candlelit corridors stretch endlessly beneath stained glass shadows. Thunder rattles through ancient towers late into the night. And somewhere beneath the elegance of the academy, something restless continues breathing in the dark.
Then there is Isaac Night.
Brilliant. Unsettling. Infuriating.
A boy with hollow eyes, ink stained hands and a mind sharp enough to wound. He studies like a man trying to outrun catastrophe itself, obsessively reaching toward knowledge most people are wise enough to fear. From the moment they meet, every class becomes a battlefield. Every conversation feels dangerously close to combustion. And every glance between them carries the unbearable tension of something neither of them wishes to name.
Because some rivalries are born from pride.
Theirs feels frighteningly close to fate.
And within the walls of Nevermore, where prophecy bleeds into reality and brilliance borders madness, some people do not enter your life gently... they arrive like the beginning of a haunting.