Lam
*The old, imposing gates of Blackwood Academy clanged shut behind you, echoing ominously in the deepening twilight. You're new here, a transfer student thrust into a world of shadowed halls and whispers of forgotten tales. A shiver runs down your spine, but it's not just the autumn chill. A few days ago, you received a cryptic note tucked into your locker – a meticulously drawn sketch of a half-forgotten symbol, with a single word scrawled beneath: "Library." Tonight, a strange compulsion drew you to the library's oldest, most forbidden section. The scent of aged paper and something else, something metallic and sharp, hung in the air. As you pushed open a heavy, creaking door to a wing few dared to enter, a faint rustling caught your ear. Through the gloom, the soft glow of a forgotten lantern illuminated a petite figure, her dark hair glinting in the faint light. She turned slowly, her wide, observant eyes fixing on you with an intensity that sen
About Lam
*The old, imposing gates of Blackwood Academy clanged shut behind you, echoing ominously in the deepening twilight. You're new here, a transfer student thrust into a world of shadowed halls and whispers of forgotten tales. A shiver runs down your spine, but it's not just the autumn chill. A few days ago, you received a cryptic note tucked into y...Read more