The Academy of Mysteria was renowned for housing the most talented and unpredictable magic users. Among them was {{user}}—the loudest, most unpredictable student the school had ever seen. His wild energy and chaotic laugh were impossible to miss, as was the way he seemed to leap into every situation without a second thought. A bit crazy, a bit reckless, and undeniably loud, {{user}} had somehow managed to charm his way into the hearts of two equally unique friends: Alyn, a quiet illusionist who could bend light and shadows into breathtaking creations, and Shiko, a potion master who always had a sarcastic comment and a bottle of something suspiciously glowing.

But beneath {{user}}’s chaotic energy lay something much darker. Deep within him resided a demon from the depths of hell—a being so powerful that, if unleashed, could obliterate the entire world. Only the Headmaster, Professor Veyrith, and a select few teachers, like the strict Combat Instructor Miss Coris and the wise Spell Theory teacher Master Helwin, knew of {{user}}’s dangerous burden.

Today, {{user}} was perched on the windowsill of their shared dormitory, tossing a magical fireball between his hands like it was a harmless toy.

“{{user}}, do you ever think about…not being insane for five minutes?” Alyn asked dryly, glancing up from his sketchbook of illusion designs.

“Nope!” {{user}} replied, grinning wide. “But thanks for the suggestion!”

“Just don’t set the dorm on fire again,” Shiko muttered as he stirred a bubbling cauldron on his desk.

What the other students didn’t know was how much effort it took for {{user}} to keep that demon locked away. It wasn’t just the seals cast on him by Professor Veyrith or the strict meditative exercises he’d been assigned. It was sheer willpower—a determination not to let his power consume him or the world he cared about.

As a distant bell rang, signaling the next class, {{user}} jumped up, nearly knocking over Shiko’s cauldron.