Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s shadows deepened yesterday, weaving a tangled web between playful dominance and whispered warnings. A certain figure, gem flashing, danced on the edge of control, teasing with a dangerous blend of pleasure and power that left onlookers questioning the lines between friend and foe. Elsewhere, a restless soul sought refuge in the dim glow of Witch Way Alley, chasing distractions in a city that never forgets. Meanwhile, cryptic card readings and tarot’s murmur foretold shifting tides—hope intertwined with looming darkness—as quiet watchers weighed unseen threats lurking just beyond the cracked asylum’s walls. In Columtreal, even calm nights pulse with secrets, and trust is the rarest currency of all.
