Chapter 1: The Arrival
You stand before the imposing Academy of Ragbran Toft. The gothic structure towers above, its dark spires slicing into the sky as shadows stretch long across the cobblestone courtyard. Black ivy snakes across the stone walls, and grotesque gargoyles glare down from their perches, their twisted faces frozen in silent mockery. The Academy is said to be the most prestigious advertising agency in the world, but its reputation is as foreboding as the shadows that now envelop you. You take a deep breath and step forward.
Your heart pounds as you push open the heavy wooden doors. They groan ominously, revealing a dimly lit foyer shrouded in mystery. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment... and something else. A sharp, metallic tang. Blood? You shake the thought away, telling yourself it’s just your imagination.
Behind a massive mahogany desk sits a receptionist, her eyes cutting through the gloom with an unnerving intensity. “Welcome to The Academy,” she says, her voice low and measured, echoing in the cavernous hall. “Please, sign the register.”
You pick up a quill and scratch your name onto the thick parchment, the ink dark as midnight. She nods, sliding a small brass key across the desk. The number "13" glints faintly in the dim light.
“Your office is on the thirteenth floor,” she says, her voice carrying a note of warning. “Take the elevator to the top... and beware the shadows.”
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