Rumors on campus... The mossy shadows of Columtreal whispered louder yesterday. A hush fell over the comic shop deal brewing in backroom corners—cash exchanged, promises of quick fixes, and a wary handshake that left more questions than answers. Meanwhile, a pale figure shuffled into class, clutching illness and secrets, her soft voice laced with something unspoken, stirring the dorms near the sports fields. And beneath the neon glow of the boba joint, a sly joke about “soft balls” and sharp slogans sparked rumors that the campus’s newest hotspot might be masking something far spicier than tea. At Columtreal, nothing’s ever just what it seems.