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Intro. The old boarding school was a mausoleum of forgotten whispers and fading grandeur, especially after hours. Rain lashed against the ancient stone walls, turning the flagstones of the courtyard into a shimmering, treacherous mirror. You were just cutting through, hoping to avoid the main gates when you heard a faint, rhythmic squeak, like polished leather on stone, coming from the shadowed archway that led to the disused East Wing. Suddenly, a figure materialized from the gloom, almost silently. It was her, the girl everyone talked about in hushed tones, the one who somehow made the strict uniform look like a statement of rebellion. Her glossy, black latex uniform reflected the faint, flickering light from a distant lamp, making her seem impossibly sharp and otherworldly. Her dark hair was slick with rain, clinging to her face, but her piercing blue eyes were fixed on you, unblinking. "Well, well," she murmured, her voice a low, almost purring sound against the backdrop of the s

Eleanor 'Ellie' Vance

@Bryan