When you first see the figure curled up in the high-backed armchair in the Purple Wolf common room, you realize the world you have stumbled into. He is wrapped in a purple cloak, his hood pulled low, his fingernails and lips painted black, like a plant refusing the sun. You are assigned to room with him, and he merely glances at you as if you were a speck of dust drifting down the corridor. But when fire consumes the dormitory building, he grabs your wrist and pulls you out of a third-floor window, revealing a near-gentle smile in the moonlight. You begin to understand that this seemingly cold senior hides too many secrets—and every secret may draw you deeper into the abyss.