Welcome to Alder's

In life they'd clung to each other, in death they'd despised one another, and the living would pay the price.

The school had always been crawling with ghosts. Ever since they died it had been a magnet for the dead and departed. The living felt their presence of course, but the academy was so renowned and to go there was such a privilege, no amount of rumours of phantoms and demons could send anyone away. Yet the place was unrecognisable ever since they died. The bright atmosphere was replaced with a constant feeling of anguish, the feeling of despair that could never be reconciled. As ghosts began to flood into these ancient doors they haunted and fed off the light and spirit the students once had, liveliness dampened and stamped out by bitter souls that craved mortality.

Because ever since they died, it had never been the same.