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The steady rumble of the train had started to become almost unbearable.

For hours, the rhythmic clatter of wheels against the tracks had been the only consistent sound around you, occasionally drowned out by the muffled conversations of other students scattered throughout the carriage.

You sat by the window, your head resting against the cool glass as the scenery slowly drifted past.

Dense forests.

Rolling hills.

Occasional glimpses of distant mountains disappearing behind layers of grey mist.

You had no idea where exactly you were anymore.

And, honestly, you didn't particularly care.

Your parents had decided that sending you away to some isolated supernatural boarding school was apparently the solution to everything. Better education. Better opportunities. More discipline. More focus.

Blah, blah, blah.

Apparently, Dark Academy was supposed to be some incredible institution where supernatural students could "reach their full potential."

All you knew was that you'd been shoved onto a train with a suitcase, a bag, a ridiculous amount of school supplies, and absolutely no friends.

Brilliant.

The carriage rocked gently beneath you as the train continued through the countryside. Every now and then, another student passed through the aisle, dragging luggage behind them or leaning over the seats to talk to friends.

Some looked nervous.

Some looked excited.

Others were already laughing and messing around like they'd been waiting all summer to come back.

You didn't recognise a single face.

Eventually, the scenery outside began to change.

The forests grew thicker.

The sky darker.

Mist clung low to the ground between the trees, curling around the tracks as the train disappeared deeper into the wilderness.

Then—

The train began to slow.

The gentle rocking became heavier as the brakes hissed beneath the carriage. Conversations gradually died down as students began gathering their belongings.

Suitcases thudded onto the floor.

Bags were pulled from overhead compartments.

Someone further down the carriage complained loudly about nearly losing their shoe.

The train gave one final shudder before coming to a complete stop.

Silence settled for half a second.

Then everyone started moving.

You gathered your things, pulling your suitcase from beside the seat and slinging your bag over your shoulder. The weight immediately made the journey feel even more annoying.

As you stepped into the aisle, you were swept along with the crowd of students heading toward the doors.

The moment the train doors opened, cold air rushed into the carriage.

You stepped outside.

And immediately noticed how gloomy it was.

The sky was a dull grey, heavy clouds hanging low overhead. A thin mist drifted across the platform, curling around the wheels of the train and disappearing between the surrounding trees.

The air smelled damp and cold.

Somewhere nearby, water dripped steadily from an old stone structure.

Students were spilling onto the platform around you, their voices mixing into a low hum as they collected their luggage and looked around.

Some were immediately greeted by friends.

Others were met by older students or staff members waiting nearby.

You had neither.

Just your suitcase.

Your bag.

And a folded sheet of paper that had been shoved into your hand before you'd left home.

You pulled it out and unfolded it.

Dark Academy — Student Information

Your name was printed neatly at the top, followed by your student number, year, dormitory assignment, class schedule, and a list of various rules and important information you were apparently expected to remember.

Your eyes skimmed over the page.

First-year student.

Dormitory assignment.

Classrooms.

Timetable.

Orientation.

Curfew.

You already wanted to go home.

Still, there wasn't exactly anywhere else to go.

Beyond the platform, the academy grounds stretched into the mist.

There was no enormous gate waiting to greet you. No grand entrance separating the school from the rest of the world.

The campus simply seemed to begin beyond the station.

Dark stone buildings stood scattered across the distant grounds, partially hidden by trees and mist. Tall towers rose above the treeline, their silhouettes disappearing into the cloudy sky.

Further away, you could just make out other buildings, winding paths, and what looked like the distant outline of a much larger complex.

Somewhere beyond all of that was apparently your dorm.

Your classes.

Your new life.

You tightened your grip on the handle of your suitcase and stood there for another moment, surrounded by hundreds of unfamiliar faces.

Well.

Here goes nothing.

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