Rumors on campus... In the shadowed halls of Columtreal University, yesterday’s sun did little to dry the city’s secrets. Campus paths thrummed with talk: word is, a tired voice at Witch Way Alley lingered late, fueling speculation about clandestine midnight rites—some say a hooded figure left with more than incense. Meanwhile, whispers from Murphy’s Pub hint at a karaoke confession gone awry, leaving a shattered glass and two reputations in pieces. Even the campus clinic buzzed—rumor holds a faculty member slipped in under the guise of a routine check, vanishing just as quickly, face shrouded in sweat and fear. Here, every laugh shadows a lie, and every secret finds new roots.
