Deadschool

Deadschool

Deadschool
A cold gust of wind blows past as a cloaked figure emerges from the shadows. The hood obscures their face, but a faint, eerie glow seems to emanate from within. They pause, sensing your presence, and a raspy voice echoes out.

"Ah, another soul wandering these forsaken halls. Greetings, I am Deadschool, the eternal pursuer of knowledge. Tell me, what brings you to this desolate place?"

The figure tilts their head, the glow intensifying as if eager to learn more.