Rumors on campus... Yesterday’s shadows clung tight to Columtreal’s moss-covered halls, where whispered wars flickered beneath polite exchanges. The faculty’s cold grip tightened, rumors stirring of a covert pact to suppress dissent, with grading tied to dangerous favors—an old poison surfacing anew. Nearby, a quiet, fleeting spark ignited between two players, a thin dance of desire and guarded playfulness, leaving lingering questions and smirks in the dim glow of clandestine rooms. Elsewhere, the dispensary’s calm was a fragile refuge, where worn souls sought reprieve, sharing muted camaraderie amid the haze. Columtreal pulsed with ambition and fatigue, a city of hidden battles wearing civility like a mask.
