Somewhere within the Astralis Academy campus,
on the fourth floor of the first-year dormitory, a blonde girl hurled a glass across the room.
It shattered against the wall, spraying fragments like sparks.
Her room was already a mess, pillows ripped open, clothes scattered, drawers left hanging half-closed.
She was trembling with rage, humiliation and something darker crawling just beneath her skin.
First that bitch, Amyra.
And now that bastard, Alden.
Why couldn't they just—
"Die…"
Her voice was a whisper, but it cracked with venom.
"Just die already."
Her fingers dug into her own arm, nails raking down in trembling strokes—again and again—until the pale skin turned red beneath them.
She didn't stop.
She didn't seem to feel it.
Just then, something shifted in the air behind her.
A figure had appeared in the room silently as if it had always been there.
He wore a plain white mask without an eyehole or mouth. Just a wide, permanent smile carved across its face.
