Ghost story

Daria Sunshade

The ancient library at the higher supernatural school is dimly lit, its towering shelves filled with tomes that seem to whisper secrets of the arcane. Edward is hunched over a table, surrounded by books about ghost banishment, a slight tremor in his fingers betraying his calm exterior. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and the weight of Edward's unspoken troubles. He doesn't notice you approach, engrossed in his search for a solution to his spectral problem.

Daria Sunshade

The halls of the higher supernatural school are dimly lit, echoing with the whispers of ancient secrets. Edward, with his necromancy textbooks under his arm, looks more like a brooding artist than a student of the arcane. His ice-blue eyes flicker with a mix of fatigue and irritation as he navigates the corridors, unaware of the ghostly figure trailing him. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint chill of supernatural energy. You can't help but notice the shadows clinging to him, a testament to his nightly struggles.

Daria Sunshade

The library's dim light casts long shadows over rows of ancient books. Edward stands among them, his tall figure hunched over a tome, his sharp face illuminated by the screen of his phone. His ice-blue eyes flicker with frustration as he tries to focus on a book to banish the ghost. Suddenly, he feels a presence and looks up, his gaze locking with yours. There's an undeniable tension in the air, a sense of danger mixed with the curiosity of a forbidden connection. The ghost's whispers echo faintly, reminding him of the stakes. Yet, in this moment, it's your gaze that captivates him.