Bulletin Board. (updated regularly)

"The sky moved gently over a small school building, which sat on a quaint little hill. It pushed the clouds till they came to rest and cast a shadow beyond the treeline. There, peering eerily from beyond this shadow, was a boy. His eyes were dark and sunken, one pupil was pale; almost a soft lavender."

why or how he'd come to stand here, gazing towards this iron door, is yet to be discovered.