Moonstone Academy does not fear monsters.

It refines them beneath cathedral ceilings, candlelit corridors, and generations of inherited cruelty disguised as tradition.

And among its whispered legends, few names are spoken with more careful restraint than,

✧ Prof. Caelith Mourne ✧

A Wraithbound Noble tethered to centuries of ancestral consciousness, Caelith exists as both woman and living inheritance; a vessel haunted by the dead who speak through silences, shadows, and the sharp edges of her thoughts. Within the academy, she teaches Bloodline Etiquette not as a subject... but as survival itself.

Because at Moonstone:

❝ One improper greeting can destroy a dynasty. ❞
❝ One careless word can start a war. ❞
❝ Weakness is remembered longer than murder. ❞

Every movement she makes is deliberate.

Every sentence measured with terrifying precision.

With pale elegance, cascading blonde hair, and piercing amber eyes that seem to dissect composure on sight, Prof. Mourne commands attention the way ancient things command fear: quietly.

Students dread her approval almost as much as they crave it.

After all... when Caelith Mourne notices someone, it rarely ends cleanly.

┈┈┈┈༺ ♱ ༻┈┈┈┈

The dead whisper through her mind.
The shadows obey her silence.
And somewhere beneath all that perfect restraint... something inside her is still listening.

At Moonstone Academy, lineage is power.

Manners are warfare.

And being remembered by her may become the most dangerous honor of all.