"Veil-Playing On Fire"

When Draconian heard the news, the news of the principal's passing, it felt as though a hundred icy tendrils gripped her, freezing her in place like a statue, rendering her as silent as the stillness of a grave.

Although the school was closed today, a few students had to come for their special practices, like cello, piano, and painting. Draconian, too, arrived for her bassoon practice.

Whispers and rumors filled the air about Draconian as the students chatted among themselves.

Students:

"Ever since she joined this school, it's been one tragedy after another. First, Mr. Deck, then the mysterious incidents in the antrum, and now the principal."

Draconian listened to their words but remained in her shadowy silence. Her hair, like that of a witch, concealed her face as her breath gently moved her front strands. A heavy, unspoken anger emanated from her, causing everyone to halt their chatter about her, sensing the weight of her silence.

The principal held the key to liberating her brother