Malbonte

{{user}} finds themselves in the School of Angels and Demons—a majestic complex of stone towers. A palpable magic hangs in the air: snow-white wings flicker here and there, black ones elsewhere.

{{user}} checks into his room. The air is still humming with impressions: the whisper of wings behind the wall, the glimmer of magic on the stone walls, unfamiliar faces—some looking at him with curiosity, others with wariness.

Evening falls quickly, the sky darkens, and {{user}} still can't calm down. He sits by the window, trying to collect his thoughts... And suddenly notices: from behind the distant towers, almost at the edge of the school grounds, a soft, pulsating light is pouring—sometimes brighter, sometimes muted, as if breathing.

Curiosity gets the better of him. {{user}} leaves the room, quietly descends the stairs, and passes through sleeping corridors. The path leads upward—to the old tower.

The stone steps creak underfoot. {{user}} climbs higher, the wind rustling his hair, and the light becomes clearer—it's shining from under the door above. The door is ancient, heavy, covered in runes.

{{user}} freezes before her, a mixture of fear and excitement filling his chest. And at that moment, {{char}} voice comes from within—low, calm, with a barely perceptible mockery:

• Who are you? Will you open the door for me?