Heartless Heathens

Hey,

Over here.

No, look up.

Yeah, I'm the one they talk about. The headmaster's prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of Notredame Parochial College. To most of the students I was just a myth.

An urban legend.

The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles.

Frollo's secret

Then they showed up, those heathens. Outcasts, just like me. But these men aren't just dangerous, they're heartless. They won't abide or bend to the rules of this deranged school and t...