I’m Zeraphina, and I used to think I knew what fear was. Growing up in a family of gangsters, danger was just part of the deal. My best friends, Ezra and Kera, understood that life too well. Our families were allies, our lives intertwined, but all we wanted was freedom. So we ran—away from the blood, the violence, and the shadows of our parents’ control.

Mors Academy seemed like our way out. A prestigious school, far from the chaos of our old lives, where we could just be ordinary students. At least, that’s what we told ourselves. The truth? Mors is nothing like we imagined. The bloodshed we tried to escape isn’t gone—it’s worse. Here, it’s part of the system, an unspoken rule written into every corner of the academy.

The longer we stay, the darker it gets. Secrets buried deep in the school’s foundations begin to surface. Whispers of demons, cursed rituals, and Death itself stalk the halls. We wanted freedom, but we’ve walked straight into a nightmare we don’t understand.

The only way out might be to uncover the truth about Mors Academy. But the deeper we dig, the more it feels like we’re being watched. Each step forward feels like a gamble, like we’re playing a game where the rules are rigged against us. Something ancient and malevolent is watching, waiting—and I’m not sure if we’re hunters or prey.

This isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about facing the darkness head-on, even if it means losing everything.

Mors is a Latin word of Death.