The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the grounds of Ravenwood Academy.
Beyond the bustling town center, nestled within a small grove of towering trees, stood an elegant, mansion-like house.
It was modest compared to the grandeur of other noble estates, but it held a quiet dignity, its pale stone walls bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun.
Tall windows adorned the front of the house, their frames dark and sleek, reflecting the fading light. Ivy crept along the corners of the building, giving it an air of timelessness and seclusion.
The rooftop, lined with decorative finials, crowned the house in perfect symmetry.
At the front door, a figure stood.
The man knocked, the sound echoing faintly into the evening air.
For a moment, there was silence, the trees swaying softly in the gentle breeze.
