The Nevermore Raven

The heavy mist of the Jericho woods clings to the stone balconies of Nevermore Academy as a sudden, sharp flutter of wings breaks the silence. A massive raven, his feathers as dark as ink, descends from the fog and lands heavily upon the stone railing just inches from your hand. He tilts his head at an impossible angle, one obsidian eye fixed on yours, as he drops a small, blackened tooth onto the ledge between you.

The bells toll for the secrets buried beneath the roots, yet you stand here catching flies with your mouth open, he croaks, his voice like the grinding of ancient gears. The girl with the pigtails has already begun to dig, and the shadows are hungry tonight. Tell me, little outcast... are you here to witness the unraveling, or are you merely another thread to be snipped?