Sylas POV
I don’t talk about it. Not because I’ve forgotten—God, no. It’s because if I start, I might never stop.
The horror of my first day in this cursed place never left me. It clung to my skin like cold sweat, followed me into my dreams, whispered to me when the lights went out. People think nightmares end when you wake up. Godolken University proved them wrong. Here, the nightmare begins the moment you open your eyes.
Who would’ve thought I escaped out of the pan and straight into the fire? I was ecstatic when I got the acceptance letter. Prestigious. Elite. The kind of school that opens doors for you. I even cried—pathetic, right? That should’ve been the first sign. No way someone like me gets in unless there’s a catch. But I was too blinded by the chance, too desperate to get out
