"…S...Student council President?!"
Lumen's voice cracked so badly he almost choked on the last syllable.
The blonde girl stood in the hallway, perfectly composed, as if she hadn't just appeared outside the door of a boy who barely existed on the school's social map.
Her blonde hair was tied neatly, her uniform immaculate, every crease sharp enough to cut pride.
"Yes," she replied calmly. "You're awake. Good."
That somehow made it worse.
"H–How did you find my address?" Lumen blurted out, panic slipping through his words before he could stop it.
She tilted her head slightly, eyes drifting past him,seeing his house.
The narrow room,The thin mattress,The folding table.
The wooden crates pretending to be shelves.
Her gaze paused for the briefest moment on the purple grimoire resting silently on the table.
Then she looked back at him.
"You're late," she said.
"…Late?" Lumen echoed, already dreading the answer.
She lifted her wrist,and showed him her watch.
9:10 AM.
"Oh no !" shouted Lumen.
He spun around, nearly tripping over the mattress as he grabbed his bag.
"I'm sorry,President! I overslept! I'll run! I can still make it before second period-"
"Stop," she said.
He froze mid-step.
Her sigh was quiet, but heavy.
"You're already late.Your excuses won't reverse time."
".…Yes, President," he muttered.
They stepped out together, descending the narrow staircase.
Sophia's steps were measured and calm.Lumen's echoed unevenly, like the stairs themselves were judging him.
Outside, the city buzzed with morning life. Students hurried past, laughing, complaining, living.
They were walking on the footpath towards the school.
Lumen thought "why...why did have to be her?.."
Sophia Aurelia.
That was her name.
Student council president,Top scorer, Model student.
The kind teachers praised even when she wasn't present.
The kind students complained about but still depended on.
She wasn't just popular—she was unavoidable.
But that wasn't the real reason people treated her differently.
Everyone knew where she came from.
The Aurelia family.
A name that appeared on skyscrapers, news headlines, and government projects.
The Aurelia Corporation—one of the largest conglomerates in the country, its reach stretching across technology, finance, energy, and things Lumen didn't even understand.
Sophia Aurelia was the daughter of its CEO.
A billionaire's heir.
Someone born into a world where problems were solved with signatures, numbers, and quiet conversations behind closed doors.
For her, money isn't currency. It's permission.
She lived in a gated estate. Rode in a chauffeured car.
Rumors is that her allowance alone could fund a small business.
And yet—
she showed up to school every day,wore the same uniform, followed the same timetable,
Like she was playing at being normal.
Sophia didn't act rich.
She didn't need to.
Her confidence came from knowing that the world bent eventually—whether people noticed it or not.
She spoke like everything around her followed rules she already understood.
And if it didn't—
she rewrote them.
People like her don't get told 'no,' Lumen thought.
They just hear 'how much?'
She is not cruel nor she is arrogant.
That somehow made her more intimidating.
Sophia Aurelia didn't raise her voice to command authority.
She simply expected compliance—and the world usually obliged.
And now—
for reasons Lumen didn't understand—
someone like her had stepped into his life.
Outside his door.
Inside his morning,Scolding him for being late.
"This has to be a mistake", he thought.
I am just an background charactor,People like her don't intersect with people like me.
Yet there she was.
Perfect posture,Perfect timing.
And eyes that noticed far more than they should.
He wondered why such an Rich and talented girl come to a regular school.He even more wondered why she would personally come for an student like him who is not even Noticed in the class.
He asked "Uhm...Class president?."
"What?" Replied sofia calmly.
"Why are you here to pick me?,if you came to pick me,you would get late too.."
Sophia stopped suddenly.
Lumen after seeing her stopped got nervous and thought he had asked something that he should've not.
"Do you understand what it means when you don't show up on time?" Asked Sophia.
"…That I get detention?" he offered carefully.
"That I get questioned," she corrected. "As class president."
"Oh." Replied Lumen nodding his head.
She stared at him.
"Oh," she repeated flatly.
He winced. "I didn't mean to cause trouble."
"I know," she said."That's the problem."
They resumed walking.
After a few steps, Lumen gathered the courage to ask again.
"About my address… the school wouldn't just give that out."
Sophia didn't deny it.
"I asked."
"That's still not possible."
She stopped,then she Turned and Smiled.
"I paid them."
Lumen nearly swallowed his tongue.
"…You what?"
"I donated," she corrected calmly. "A modest amount." She said with a cute smile.
The words were spoken without hesitation.
"…You bribed the school?!"
She said ""People are very cooperative when procedures are… accelerated."
She continued.
"I just donated 50 million and they gave me your address."
Lumen got shocked!
"5..50 million!?." He blurted out.
"Don't worry it's just a part of my allowance..."
Then she turned and started walking again.
Lumen was speechless.
Lumen thought he was an Ant compared to her.
Even the fact that her branded bag probably cost more than everything in his room combined.
"Right… she's rich." He thought.
"Not just rich,but crazy rich!"
"You shouldn't do things like that," he muttered.
Sophia shrugged.
"Rules are flexible," she said. "Money is persuasive."
"That's… not reassuring."
"It's efficient."
She walked ahead again.
"If I hadn't," she added, "you'd still be asleep."
"That's… also not reassuring."
She ignored him.
"By the way why did you not come to school in you car?..."
" uhm....my car got repaired..." she replied nervously.
"Repaired?" Thought lumen.
He knew that with her wealth she can repair it instantly or even buy a new one easily.
As the school gates came into view, Sophia slowed.
"Don't disappear again," she said.
"…Disappear?" Lumen frowned.
She glanced at him sideways.
"You have a habit of being absent when things get inconvenient."
He stiffened.
"That's not—"
"Relax," she said. "I'm not accusing you."
That somehow felt more threatening.
They entered the school grounds.
Students parted naturally around Sophia, greeting her, nodding respectfully.
No one looked at Lumen.
He noticed that.
She noticed that he too noticed that.
Just before separating, Sophia spoke one last time.
"Try not to oversleep tomorrow."
"I'll try," he said.
She paused.
"…And Lumen?"
"Yes, Class President?"
Her gaze lingered on him for a fraction too long.
"If you need some money you can ask me i would definetely help you."
She walked away.
Lumen stood there, heart pounding.
She didn't come just to scold me.
He glanced back toward the direction of his apartment.
"She said this because she knew of my situation after seeing my room..."
Lumen felt embarassed.
"…Is this the diffrence between rich and poor?" he muttered.
He thought "Still...Who would give 50 million just for a student's address?."
While he was thinking the school bell rang.
Lumen then ran inside his classroom not to get late.
Far away from the noise of the city—
beyond the schools, the markets, and the careless rhythm of ordinary life—
someone watched.
The distant district lay abandoned, swallowed by neglect and shadow. Broken buildings stood like hollow shells, their windows dark, their walls cracked and forgotten.
No streetlamps burned here.
Only silence.
At the edge of a rooftop stood a man draped in a black cloak.
The fabric moved unnaturally, as if stirred by a wind that did not exist.
His face remained hidden beneath the deep hood, swallowed by darkness.
Not a single feature was visible—only the faint outline of a smile, barely suggested.
Below him, the city stretched endlessly.
His gaze was fixed in one direction.
The school.
A low chuckle escaped his throat.
"So this is where you are," he murmured.
His voice was calm.
Certain.
He raised a gloved hand slowly, fingers curling as if grasping something invisible.
"The holder of divine gift…" he whispered.
The air around him warped slightly, pressure bending inward, as though reality itself leaned closer to listen.
A pulse rippled outward—silent, unfelt by ordinary people.
"Be prepared for your death...."
The cloak fluttered once.
Then—
the rooftop was empty.
Only the lingering echo of his words remained, swallowed by the ruins.