Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s mossy paths hid more than just shadows yesterday. Whispers crept from a classroom where a professor, seemingly under the influence, spiraled into taboo talk before collapsing—brownies are suspect, and the library’s silence cracked beneath the tension. Meanwhile, the Lambda Obscura fraternity’s name swirled through campus like smoke, tangled with accusations of assault and harassment that left many squirming in their seats. And not far off, the dispensary’s owner, cool on the surface, grew tight-lipped and biting when questioned about illicit deals, hinting at unseen battles beneath his calm. In a place where tradition and secrets collide, the night’s murmurs promised nothing less than a storm brewing just beyond the bistro’s neon glow.
