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There was a trail. A semi connected line that lead from one point to another and it held two substances that were curious and exciting in their unknown origins. Blood and ink. While his poor familiar was more wishing his ward would simply go to class rather than investigate a trail some poor student have left behind, the reaper ultimately was the one in charge.

They were the one who would direct the pair's travels.

So off they went, following the trail of ink and blood. All the way from where they had found it in a hall, to a completly different part of the school.
Not even a week in, and Crimson was learning so much! Gates! Classes! Desks! Exams! Dating!

(So far, no one had been able to explain the concept of dating to him)

Sniffing the air and following the line of dots and drips, Crimson was sure that whatever had left this all behind was a most interesting person. Surely, they could inform them of many interesting things. Like why people didn't do many rituals on the grounds. Did they not know how to? Was it against the rules? Why did pottery have flowers in it? How come the glow circles in the ceiling burned? Were they little stars trapped?

They had tried to free them but they might have killed them.

Smiling as they reached the source of the blood and ink, Crimson walked up tapping the ghoul on the shoulder. "Are you aware you are dripping? It is a waste of blood, to drip like that."