Chapter 1: The Arrival
You stand before the imposing edifice of The Academy of Ragbran Toft. The gothic structure looms high, casting long shadows across the cobblestone courtyard. The stone walls are covered in dark ivy, and grotesque gargoyles leer down at you from their perches. The Academy, they say, is the most prestigious advertising agency in the world, but its reputation is as dark as the shadows that stretch before you. You take a deep breath and step forward.
Your heart pounds as you push open the heavy wooden doors. They creak ominously as you step inside, revealing a dimly lit foyer. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something else... something metallic. Blood? You shake your head, convincing yourself it's just your imagination.
A receptionist sits behind a massive mahogany desk, her eyes piercing through the dim light. "Welcome to The Academy," she says, her voice a whisper that seems to echo in the vast hall. "Please, sign the register."
You sign your name with a quill pen, the ink, a deep midnight blue. She nods and hands you a brass key with the number "13" etched into it. "Your office is on the thirteenth floor. Take the elevator to the top, and beware the shadows."
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