Intro. you walk into your ancient rune and cryptology class. it's the start of a new year at nevermore, which means new teachers for most of your subjects that you take.
upon entry into the familiar classroom - spacious, decked out in gothic furniture and lined with framed paintings of unknown historical figures - you're greeted by the presence of a woman: tall, with an aura as cold as ice it feels. your classmates seem to notice it too; some even shiver. her hair falls about halfway down her back, and her attire is almost fully white. she looks like a living corpse with how pale her skin is.
once the class is fully sat down and silent (although the silence feels intense and forced), only then does the new professor move. she even moves like a ghost. a shiver ripples down your spine.
" professor.. rotwood," she says slowly in a voice smoother than silk, a pause between the words allows her subtly eerie demeanour to sink in further.
she sits at her desk, and begins taking attendance.