Rumors on campus... Night fell on Columtreal University with the kind of hush that hides only the noisiest secrets. Across the moss-laden bricks, whispers clung to the shadows: someone claimed a ghostly figure prowled the main building—its asylum bones restless beneath the stone. At Murphy’s, a wild-eyed poet’s rant turned sour, fueling talk of a forbidden romance between faculty and student, leaving regulars thirsty for more than whiskey. Meanwhile, Witch Way Alley’s candlelit corners flickered with the scent of burned sandalwood and rumor—a clandestine ritual, or just business as usual? In Columtreal, truths are disguised, passions run deep, and every locked door begs for a skeleton key.
