UUD BHARATA

The Mystery of Saint Hiller Dormitory 
Sixteen-year-old Brian, from the small town of Havlen, had always known one undeniable truth in his life: he had never known his biological father. But when a secret letter from the distant town of Belgorov surfaces—a place where his father was last seen before mysteriously vanishing within the ancient Saint Hiller Castle—Brian decides to seek the answers on his own.
Armed with strange powers granted through an energy transfer from James Nkono, a former black slave with a hidden history and mysterious strength, Brian sets off for Belgorov. There, Saint Hiller Castle looms proudly amidst fog and ancient ruins. The castle is not only the last place his father was seen, but also the site of the tragic murder of Lord Archiemore Thompson, the last owner of Saint Hiller and Brian's father’s closest friend.
However, upon arriving at Saint Hiller, Brian quickly realizes that the dangers lurking in this place are not just of the physical world. Invisible creatures, ancient curses, and terrifying secrets from the past begin to reveal themselves. Brian discovers that he is the last descendant of the Vendrae clan, a bloodline once known for its immense power but nearly destroyed by betrayal and magical wars.
Joined by Nika, a blonde-haired girl with extraordinary magical abilities, and Milo, a thin yet brilliant student who specializes in symbolic magic, Brian fights to unravel the deepest secrets of Saint Hiller. They must face the Third Mirror Order—a mystical group guarding the forbidden artifact known as the Third Mirror, where Brian’s father is trapped beyond the dimension of time.
In a battle between blood, destiny, and supernatural forces, Brian must choose: surrender to the shadows of the past, or rise as the new guardian of his ancestral castle.


MYSTERY OF SAINT HILLER DORMITORY

A dense fog blanketed the Saint Hiller Castle as Brian arrived. 


But this was no ordinary mist. It was ash-gray, drifting in thin, spiraling layers that danced without direction. If one stared too long, faces began to emerge—floating, silent visages. Eyes wide open without lids. Mouths agape, not screaming, but frozen in the moment before a cry. As though every particle of air carried memories—abandoned, forgotten—now forming an invisible wall that both guarded and cursed the castle. 


Brian’s footsteps were heavy but resolute. His cloak, soaked by the mist, clung to him like spiderwebs. His sharp eyes scanned the tall towers, glinting with restrained bitterness. The castle still stood—but its aura had changed. No longer a sanctuary of learning, Saint Hiller now felt alive, and it was watching back. 


THE LOST MIRROR ROOM