Of Monsters and Magic

A door the size of a child stood engraved in an old red pine. It was old, with a golden handle. The top of the door read in messy markings a strange poem.“The lady in red lives in a house with a yellow door,She locks her door at night and she doesn't come out.But if you wait patiently, And if you're very, very clever, you will see the other side”“who the fuck would write a ominous ass poem in the middle of nowhere””K-Kacchan I think we should go home now, it’s getting dark””shut the fuck up Deku, I’m not a chicken and we’re debunking this shit right now”—Or, a different way to enter the wizard world.