Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s shadows stretched longer last night, and rumors are swirling like autumn leaves. Word is, the old asylum’s windows flickered with lights—a sure sign that not all faculty business ends at dusk. Over at Murphy’s, laughter spilled onto the street, but beneath the karaoke cheers, whispers bubbled up about a student seen slipping something questionable behind the bar. Meanwhile, the fraternities moved in mysterious packs, their loyalties shifting like sand—someone’s trust was bought, or perhaps betrayed. As dawn crept across mossy brick, Columtreal’s secrets deepened, echoing through empty lecture halls and tangled gardens, just waiting for the next curious soul to uncover.
