Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s shadows deepened yesterday as whispers tangled through the mossy halls and dim cafés. A tense dance unfolded—one cloaked in bravado yet laced with wary eyes—between two figures whose fragile camaraderie masked sharper intentions, leaving a girl unsettled nearby. Elsewhere, murmurs spread of a forceful encounter behind the Bleu Wag counter, a collision of dominance and silent defiance witnessed only by the restless night. Meanwhile, the clinic’s quiet vigilance held steady, tending to bruises both visible and hidden, as talk swirled of a mysterious ‘Priestess’ threading unseen through the city’s underbelly. In Columtreal, trust is currency, and last night, debts were quietly called in.
