The Unraveling Thread

The rain hadn't stopped since you arrived at the sprawling campus of ivy-covered buildings and gothic spires. It felt cold, familiar yet unsettling, like something forgotten returning to haunt you.
You hadn't wanted to come here, but your father had insisted. The offer was made, and you had no reason to refuse. Now, standing before the creaking gate, a shiver ran down your spine. It felt like you were walking into something far darker than you expected.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” a soft voice murmured beside you. It was Rin, your ghostly companion, her presence like a cold breath. She was different from other spirits, always near you, a silent presence since you were a child.
“This place is wrong,” she said, her voice sharp yet calm. “There are threads here. Layers that don’t belong.”
You ignored her, keeping your eyes on the gates. You had been running from this your whole life. Ghosts, voices, things you couldn’t explain. You didn’t want any more of it.
“I’m not here for that,” you muttered, pushing forward.
