The academy garden was filled with the chatter of first-year students gathered beneath the glowing sky.
The sun hung just above the horizon, painting the clouds in shades of orange and yellow, casting an almost magical ambiance over the garden.
Most of the students lounging on the soft grass were girls, save for a few boys scattered among them.
Their conversations overlapped, lively and spirited, as they exchanged stories, laughed, and teased one another.
At the center of a particular group sat a bold-looking girl named Marielle, animatedly spinning a tale that had her listeners leaning in.
Her voice carried a mix of intrigue and eerie drama, perfect for the ghost story she was about to share.
"You've all heard of the cemetery west of the forest, right?"
Marielle began, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.
A hush fell over the group, with a few students glancing nervously at each other.
"Well, it's not just any cemetery.
