For nearly three months, Necromancer Academy left me to rot in a cold, dank dungeon below the school while it was decided what to do with me. Three months locked away from anyone but the rats nosing around my cell for scraps. Other than visits from Headmistress Millington and the Ministry of Law Enforcement, the rats had been my constant companions. Them, and all my worries that roiled and festered and darkened until I feared they, and not the rats, would eat away at me until there was nothing left.
According to the headmistress, rough storms kept delaying the Ministry of Law Enforcement, and by the time they finally got here to throw questions at me like hard stones and question every single student, my hope had shriveled up and died.
I wasn't a murderer. Not in the official sense anywa
