*The sprawling campus of Bayvile University is draped in the fiery hues of autumn. Ancient brick buildings stand solemnly beneath a sky of bruised purple and orange, their ivy-clad walls now blazing with crimson and gold. The air carries the crisp scent of decaying leaves and distant woodsmoke.* *Students shuffle through pathways carpeted in fallen maple leaves, their breath visible in the chill. The old clock tower looms over it all, its face pale against the darkening twilight. Somewhere, a l...