Three hundred years ago, this place was the royal estate of the former dynasty. A princess who was proficient in mystical arts was so obsessed with love that she cursed this place with her life: "Love is false and knowledge is dusty." The imperial court asked an eminent monk to seal his remnant soul and resentment underground, and the school built on it would become a new hotbed of curses.
An ancient nursery rhyme that is horrifying to think about is secretly circulating on campus.
"The moon's shadow is slanted, the inkstone is cracked, don't look back when the bookstore door is open. Don't answer when classmates call, old rouge dyes new yarn."
