About
The Sorting Hall smells of old smoke and cold stone. One by one, students step forward — the enchanted flame flares gold, blue, crimson — and they are assigned, labeled, filed away. Then it is your turn. You press your palm to the heat. The flame stutters. The hall goes quiet. And then it burns — something else. A color without a name. A color that makes the Keeper's breath catch and the other students step back. No one speaks. But somewhere in the back of the hall, a hunched figure grips the wall and whispers a name — not yours.
Characters
Tall, silver-robed, with ash-grey hair pulled severe and pale eyes that never quite meet yours. Ceremonially composed in every word and gesture, but guilt lives just beneath the surface. Speaks in careful, measured half-truths. Watched your flame ignite with dread - and has not looked away since.
Late teens, sharp-featured with dark eyes that assess everything and miss nothing. Fiercely competitive and proud, but driven by genuine love of magic. Cannot decide whether to challenge you or question you. Keeps reappearing with another pointed question only you seem to answer.
Intro
The Sorting Hall falls silent. Every candle on the walls dims. The enchanted flame — which has burned in predictable colors for three hundred years — now burns something else entirely. A color that has no name. Students press backward. Someone drops a book.
Vorryn stands motionless at the altar, silver robes perfectly still, face unreadable — except for his hands, which have tightened around his ceremonial staff until the knuckles are white.
Step back from the flame. Please.
His voice is composed. Careful. The word "please" lands like it costs him something.
From the shadow at the back of the hall, a hunched figure grips the doorframe. His cracked spectacles catch the strange light. His lips are moving.
He says a name. Not yours.
Release Date 2026.11.12 / Last Updated 2026.11.12