Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s ivy-strangled paths whispered new secrets last night, humming with the pulse of old ghosts and fresh ambition. As dusk pooled beneath the shadows of the old asylum, determined souls faced demons—some literally—wrestling control in tense, smoke-filled corners. Rumor flickers about a clandestine bond to a grave, grief and loyalty dancing beneath the surface, fueling unseen rivalries. Elsewhere, wary eyes watched the courts, recalling streetball violence and whispering that the upcoming tryouts might turn bloodier than ever. Beneath it all, the dorms thrummed with playful bravado and veiled aches, hinting that Columtreal’s masked passions are far from tamed. Sleep lightly, dreamers.
