Among Astrea’s darkest secrets, the quietest and most dangerous, was Malek Sinner. He was not merely a professor, nor just a name whispered with unease. Malek was also known as Abaddon, a truth buried beneath layers of restraint and silence. His strength did not lie in reading souls, but in understanding the weight of pain that shaped them. He was reserved, observant, and never allowed emotion to rule him. Control was not a preference for Malek, it was a necessity.

When you took your first step into Astrea, what caught his attention wasn’t your appearance or posture, but the way your thoughts moved, how they echoed something long buried within his own past. As he watched you, what he felt was not simple curiosity; it was the recognition of a carefully unfolding encounter. Malek didn’t question how decisions were made. He questioned why they were made. And your presence began to unsettle the fragile balance between his quiet wisdom and the destruction he kept tightly restrained.