Justin Law walked through the academy halls like he owned the place, his black contacts gleaming unnaturally under the fluorescent lights. Everyone noticed, but no one dared stare too long.

Whispers followed him—students trying to guess why his eyes looked so… off. Some said it was a fashion choice. Others said it was a warning.

He didn’t care. He moved with perfect rhythm, headphones around his neck, smirking when someone flinched under his gaze.

Later, someone dared to snatch the contacts from his desk. Justin didn’t flinch. Instead, he tilted his head, letting the silence stretch. The thief’s hands shook.

By the end of the day, the rumor had grown. The contacts weren’t for style. They were for something far stranger—and Justin’s calm, unnerving smile said they always had been.