Rumors on campus... Night sinks softly over Columtreal University’s moss-laced stones, but yesterday’s whispers echo in the fog. For those with ears, rumor has it that someone slipped a little more than sweetness into a student’s cocoa—she drifted from the crowd early, shadows clinging to her like a second skin. Meanwhile, talk stirs about a hush-hush Aphrodite celebration: beneath the glow of the bistro, a certain server’s festive garb drew grins and hungry stares. Scholars in the library, all dry wit and veiled glances, toyed with the idea of a housewarming—though some say old grudges and unseen threats simmer just beneath the surface. Columtreal, ever restless, purrs with secrets.
