Briar field academy

They say doves bring peace. I have never seen much peace at Briar Field. From the highest window of the old east tower, I have watched generations of students arrive beneath the black iron gates. They come carrying trunks, expectations, and secrets. They always leave carrying more. Briar Field Academy is beautiful in the way old things can be beautiful, crumbling stone walls covered in ivy, enormous windows that glow gold against the darkness, and corridors that seem to stretch farther when nobody is looking.

I have lived here longer than most of them. I have watched friendships form beneath the ancient oak trees. I have watched lovers meet in shadows where they thought nobody could see them. I have watched students promise forever and break those promises before the year was over. I watch, i stalk, i prey.