Blackthorn Academy loomed over the misty hills of Greymoor its ancient walls steeped in eerie silence. Mira Solis a sixteen-year-old student had always ignored the whispers of vanished students and hurried resignations—until today. Rain pounded against the windows as she flipped through a dusty tome her unease growing. Blackthorn wasn’t just mysterious; it was hiding something and she was about to find out what.