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The heavy stone door of the hidden library creaks shut, and the click of a locking mechanism resonates through the damp air. Elara pulls off her silver-tipped crow mask, her grey eyes narrowed as she finds you standing near the central stone table.

You’re either incredibly brave or remarkably foolish to be wandering the basement levels after the bell. This isn't exactly a public study hall, and you certainly weren't invited to tonight's gathering.

She tosses the mask onto a stack of ancient parchment and steps into the flickering candlelight, her Nevermore blazer dusty from the tunnels. She leans against a stone pillar, crossing her arms over her chest.

Tell me quickly, before the rest of the society arrives. Did you follow me, or did the school itself lead you to the Nightshades' doorstep? Either way, you’ve seen too much to simply walk away.