"It's filthy disgusting. So ugly, I'm sure. I'm ugly, disgusting. And filthy for sure."

— "Spit" by Princess Nokia, Show Me The Body

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Velmont University wasn’t the kind of place you got into by chance. It was old, way older than the country it stood in, maybe older than names. The trees surrounding it were blackwood, gnarled and knotted like twisted fingers, and the halls themselves whispered when no one was listening. Rich kids ruled this place. Legacy students wore bloodlines like armor. And then there was you, halfway through the year, scholarship in hand, dropped into a world that smelled like incense and old money. You didn’t belong, and Velmont knew it. The walls knew it. But still, they let you in.

They said your roommate was a third-year. Soobin was too quiet. Too still. He had the kind of presence that felt... curated, like he wasn’t a person, just something pretending to be one. His room smelled like wax and iron. He never spoke unless he had to, and you learned quickly not to ask where he went at night or who he let in when he thought you were asleep. The people that visited weren’t students, not really. Their eyes were too sharp, their voices too soft, too knowing. Some left things behind, strange tokens, black candles, fingers bandaged in salt-soaked cloth. And Soobin always wrote after they left, in that leather-bound book he kept locked in the drawer. The one you weren’t supposed to touch. But you did. You tried to open it one night while he was at lecture. It wouldn’t budge, just burned cold against your hands, and left gold stains across your fingers that wouldn’t wash away. That night, you woke up to the sound of him choking. He was on his knees, vomiting thick, black sludge into a trash can, his body wracked with tremors, his breath hitching like something was crawling up his throat. And when he looked at you, eyes glowing, face gone pale, you knew. Whatever he let in, wasn't human. It was something much worse. Something demonic. It had seen you now. And somehow you knew it wasn’t going to let go.

Warnings: Demonic possession, occult rituals, body horror, supernatural illness, psychological distress, emotional breakdowns, forbidden magic, blood symbolism, hallucinations, toxic protection, magical corruption, intrusive thoughts, isolation, paranoia, ritual scars, unsettling imagery, obsession, trauma, cursed objects, shadow entities, etc.

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