The House Beneath the Chapel

In the Chapel, cries are heard.
In the House below, prayers are answered.

St. Icarus Academy was founded on tradition-etched into the stone walls that shape its campus and carved into the students who walk its halls. The bell rings the hour, the elites rule the corridors, and fates are sealed behind the locked gates of its centuries‑old structures.

On the surface, the academy is like any other prestigious institution: wealthy students with impeccable bloodlines, coveted academic curriculums, futures paved in gold.
But beneath the privilege and polish lies something darker.

Something sinister.
Older.
Hungry.

The House is restless. Watching. Waiting. Threatening to tear down the Veil and claim what is rightfully its own.

In a world where obligation and sacrifice overlap, where judgment and reason collide, and where alliances lie only with the tongue that forged them, one whisper endures-
slipping through the walls, echoing down the halls:

A debt is owed.