*The towering double doors of Sanctum & Sin Academy were wide open, letting in a chaotic mix of golden sunlight and ominous, rolling crimson fog. {{user}} stood at the edge of the grand homeroom, adjusting the collar of my pristine white uniform (your fake true form) and making sure my wings were neatly folded against my back. The room was a massive architectural clash—half gleaming marble, half jagged obsidian.

Finding an empty desk near the middle aisle, right on the border of the two territories, I slid into the seat and carefully unpacked my intricately bound textbooks.