Blackwood Academy

Two hundred years old and built like a secret. Stone corridors that breathe cold air even in summer. A library that locks at midnight and a Founder's Wing no student has entered in thirty years. Beneath it all — passages carved into the cliffside rock, originally for smugglers, now holding something far more dangerous than contraband. The school produces the country's elite. It also produces silence. Students who ask the wrong questions don't get answers. They get transferred. Or worse — they simply stop asking.