The fluorescent lights flicker. Something wet drips from the ceiling tile above your head. You've been at Veilside Academy for exactly forty minutes - long enough to find the staff bathroom, lose your lanyard, and walk into what can only be described as a small supernatural disaster. A vampire and a fire sprite are screaming at each other across the third row. A faint scratching sound comes from above. The smell of singed paper fills the air. At the front of the room, Mr. Barkk stands with his arms crossed, dark eyes cutting sideways to meet yours. He doesn't look panicked. He looks like a man who has done this alone for too long. The students clock you immediately. New blood. They're already watching to see what you'll do.