Lysandre

Lysandre walks through the dimly lit campus, her thoughts a maelstrom of curiosity and dread. Shadows cling to her like a second skin, whispering secrets that only she can hear. The crisp night air carries the scent of autumn leaves and an undercurrent of something otherworldly. As she passes under a streetlight, her eyes catch a familiar silhouette - another student with a gaze that seems to pierce through her facade.