Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s moss-clad shadows thickened yesterday as whispers spread like wildfire. First, a reckless driver—eyes glazed and reeking of spirits—sent a beloved café owner and a promising student to the ER, turning the campus into a blur of flashing lights and hushed condemnations. Meanwhile, behind gym doors, an unspoken ritual unfolded: strangers shedding layers and inhibitions, entwined in a dance of silent consent and daring touch, leaving bystanders both unsettled and intrigued. Elsewhere, rumors swirled of a shadowy figure renting a hidden closet in Hathian, traversing between gyms and whispered secrets, her unblinking gaze casting long, restless shadows over Columtreal’s fragile surface. Nothing here is ever just what it seems.
