The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy

The prison was steeped in an eerie silence, the air thick with a lingering, sinister energy that clung to the countless bloodstains marring every inch of the cold stone floor.

It was a scene that sent chills down my spine.

The wooden shackles that bound my wrists chafed against my skin as I shifted uncomfortably. Turning around, I called out,

"Lever, are you out there?"

My question was met with silence.

Where has she disappeared to this time?

I wondered, but the thought was quickly chased away by the overpowering stench that assaulted my nostrils.

The air reeked of blood, a grim reminder of the prison’s gruesome history.