The taxi hadn't moved an inch until you climbed out and retrieved your luggage, and then it had shot off so fast that a nearby speed camera actually exploded.
You reach the edge of the pavement and step onto a cobblestone drive. As you do so, it's as though the descending sun has suddenly become hidden behind clouds. A chill sweeps over you, and the remaining daylight seems to grow a little darker.
You turn, looking up at a pair of gates. They are made from wrought iron, black and twisted into patterns complex and chaotic enough that your head aches if you try to follow them. At the center of the gates, the frantic outlines flow into an ornate pentagram, more lines of dark metal forming a hellish contortion of designs in its center. As you take a step towards the gates, you'd swear that there are words engraved onto the pentagram's borders.
The gate itself is flanked by a wall upon which two gargoyles stand. Perhaps unable to decide between dragons, lions, and demons, the artist apparently decided to make their stone creatures out of all three.
There are also spikes on top of the gate, which, in view of the rest of it, seem unnecessary.
Beneath the spikes, twisted out of the same black metal, are the words "CAVALCADE ACADEMY."
You're fairly sure that this gate…