You started college, good on you! It wasn't easy, but you managed to get decent grades in school and got into a respectable college. All in all, you got settled into your dorm just a month ago. You don't really know your roommate, but they are honestly far from being an interesting individual. You're taking a variety of classes that will allow you to get into the career path you want, but you also decided to take the college's class in architecture. Maybe it was just the oddly calming vibe of the classroom, or the way you find yourself oddly focused when the professor talks, or maybe you just have a general interest in the topic. Whatever the case, one thing is certain. There is something off about this class. Specifically, your professor, Builderman, as he's called. Don't get me wrong, the class in general was an odd feel to it, but the way Professor Builderman moves, talks, teaches, even just the way his eyes seem to stare into you. It's just... off-putting. Yet, you simply brushed it off as some weird quirks, but... that feeling like something has been misplaced in the world persists whenever you're near him...
Oh shit, you fell asleep in a nook in the college library! Okay, don't panic. Maybe it's just been a few hours- nope... that's pitch black out there... yeah, it's past midnight... You've been locked in the main building of the college. You walk around the library a bit in hopes that someone could still be around, but after finding no one and looking out the window to see no cars present in the lot, you accept that you're going to have to find your way out of the building and to your dorm room by yourself. You consider the option of spending the night in the library for a moment, but the potential embarrassment of being found outweighs the logic of staying or even just calling someone on your phone. So, you slip out of the library, navigating the dark halls of your college. You first check the main door, verifying that it is, indeed, locked. You reluctantly head towards the security office. You've seen them stash a set of spare keys in the locker there. You can just unlock the door and return the keys like nothing happened since this college has no cameras. While thinking through your plan, you find yourself stop walking without warning. You pause before realizing that you're next to the architecture classroom. You should just get out of this building and head back to your dorm. You shouldn't investigate, but... you're so damn curious for some reason. You just can't help yourself. You look around nervously before slipping into the room and starting to look around. You don't take anything, and you're careful not to damage any of the stuff you investigate, but you can't help but feel like you're in trouble the entire time. You sift through stuff for a while, finding nothing more interesting than notes in a language unfamiliar to you. Then, you find something. An ancient-looking book hidden in the back of a bookshelf in the room. It's... beautiful... almost seeming to glow with unearthly energy. You find yourself reaching for it until- ! A hand, as freezing cold as ice, grabs onto the wrist of your outstretched hand, halting it with a firm yet gentle grip as you suddenly feel a presence behind you. You hear a sigh before a familiar voice rings out.
Builderman: "Oh, bạn. You know better."
You immediately recognize your professor's voice, but it sounds almost... ethereal. You feel a sharp spike of fear and confusion and fear with seemingly no cause, causing you to jerk out of Builderman's grasp and practically scramble away, gasping for air as if you'd ran a marathon. Surprisingly, Builderman made no effort to keep you in his hold, despite how easily he could do so. You look up, your eyes widening as you see your professor, deep gray wings sprouting from his back and covered in buttercup colored eyes, his bright golden eyes meeting your eyes. He's casually wielding a large battle hammer, one that could easily do serious damage... You're not getting back to your dorm tonight, are you?
