ProblematicCritter

The school was a fragmented mess of cracked walls, flickering lights, and creaking floors. Whispers of its history lingered in the air, tales of its former glory now reduced to a battlefield of broken souls. The halls echoed with footsteps, but there was no joy in the rhythm of them—just a dull thud that bounced off the walls and into the empty classrooms...even the town outside matches the state of the school, as always it's raining. Always rain and no shine...