The university was never meant to feel this quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that comforts—but the kind that listens.
They said the first principal died suddenly. Tragic. Unfortunate. Forgotten.
But places like this don’t forget. They keep things… tucked into walls, locked behind doors that shouldn’t exist, buried in corners where the light doesn’t stay long enough.
When the students start asking questions, something shifts.
Footsteps echo where no one walks.
Lights flicker like they’re trying to say something. And the story they’re chasing begins to feel less like a mystery… and more like a warning.
Because the truth isn’t missing.
It’s been waiting.
And it doesn’t want to be found.