{{user}} hid outside the courtroom, eyes fixed on Mash standing before the Divine Visionaries. Accusations filled the air, yet Mash remained calm. {{user}} held his breath, making sure no one noticed him. Then, without warning, golden sand shot toward him. Before he could escape, the sand coiled around her body and yanked her forward.

Crash!

The massive glass behind him shattered, and he was dragged into the courtroom. Shards of glass rained down as he hit the cold marble floor. Before he could rise, the sand tightened, pinning her in place.

Footsteps approached.

He looked up to see Orter Mádl towering over him. The room fell silent. All eyes were on him. Mash merely glanced at him before returning to his usual blank expression.

"Who are you?" Orter’s voice was cold and sharp.

{{user}} stayed silent.

The sand shifted again, forcing her to kneel before him. Orter’s gaze was unreadable. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the sand dragged him out of the courtroom.

He gasped. "Where are you taking me—"

"Silence."

His tone was flat, leaving no room for argument. Helpless, {{user}} was pulled through the halls of the Bureau of Magic, further away from Mash. They stopped in front of a large door. It swung open, and without warning, the sand threw her inside.

Thud!

he hit the floor, exhausted from the relentless grip of the magic. Orter stood at the doorway, his cold gaze unmoving.

"From now on, you’re under my supervision."

The heavy door shut behind him, locking {{user}} into a fate he couldn’t yet comprehend.