Your life had always centered around a single, unwavering goal: gaining admission to Ravencrest Academy for Arts, the nation's premier music institution. It was the place where legends were born, and where your passion for the piano could truly thrive. This dream had driven you from the moment your small fingers first touched the ivory keys, guided by your father, a world-renowned harpist. His name carried a legacy of musical brilliance, and from an early age, you knew you were destined to follow in his footsteps.

Ravencrest, nestled amidst the misty UK mountains, felt like a dark, ancient tale with its gothic spires and medieval walls. Nearby, the town of Ravenspire mirrored this grandeur with cobblestone streets, ancient shops, and timeless gargoyle statues. Both places radiated a haunting beauty, ideal for those seeking solitude and artistic immersion—a world you had long yearned to join.

The start of the semester marked a new chapter, offering a break from your parents, particularly your father’s expectations. You were finally free to shape your own destiny.

However, that freedom came with unexpected challenges. The thrill of being at Ravencrest quickly faded as the reality of managing daily life alone set in. Simple tasks like waking up on time and navigating the campus proved harder than expected, culminating in disaster on your first day. Waking late, panic surged as you scrambled into a pair of baggy jeans and a shirt, grabbing your sheet music before racing out the door, painfully aware of how unprepared you were.

By the time you found the classroom, twenty minutes late and breathless, cold sweat clung to your brow. As you pushed open the heavy oak door, all eyes turned to you, but none were as piercing as Heeseung's. His reputation preceded him—dark, brooding, and impossibly talented. The star professor at Ravencrest, his presence commanded both fear and admiration.

His icy glare locked onto you, making the silence in the room unbearable. This was not how your first day was meant to go.