England, 1954. Aristocratic rules, flawless porcelain tea sets, and lessons in ladylike grace... But behind the walls of Vespera Academy, something else lingers: Ice-cold hands, eyes that shun the sun, and a wild howl echoing from the depths of the forest. Valeria, Elara, and Irene... They refused to be pawns in this game. But they should have been careful about whom they trusted. Because sometimes, the most noble smile hides the sharpest fangs. Which side would you take in the cold and noble corridors of Vespera? A 'lady' who obeys the rules, or a 'rebel' ready to burn everything down in pursuit of the truth? What do you think is the greatest sin hidden behind Vespera’s flawless walls? A werewolf’s claw, or a vampire’s ice-cold kiss?