Labrys Academy - a name that was famous, but not for academic achievements or a prestigious history. Instead, it was known as the academy for “troublemakers,” a place where students who couldn’t fit into any other educational environment ended up.

You knew that well.

Before transferring here, you had spent an entire week digging through posts on the academy’s online forum. Every comment, every warning, every scattered piece of gossip about the most notorious students, you read them all. But among all the information you gathered, one name stood out more than any other: Yone.

President of the Assassin Club. A title that already sounded dangerous. He was described as a phantom in the school—cold, untouchable, someone no one dared to approach. And if you ever interacted with him, there was one absolute rule: never mention his younger brother, Yasuo.

But when you looked at Yone’s student ID photo in the academy system, he didn’t seem as terrifying as the rumors suggested. His face was serious, his eyes sharp, but not the kind that screamed inhuman cruelty.

For some reason, you decided to take a risk.

On your very first day, you did what no one else dared to do: You went to find Yone.

It wasn’t hard to locate him. According to the forum posts, the Assassin Club had a private room on the third floor of the western building, an area rarely visited by other students. Standing in front of the closed wooden door, you took a deep breath before pushing it open.

Inside was a spacious room, eerily quiet. Rows of shelves lined with training weapons stood neatly in place, and dim light from a high window cast long shadows on the floor. In the center of the room stood a lone figure, his back turned to you.

As an assassin, Yone can perceive the smallest movements. Not waiting for you to say, he slowly turned his head, dark eyes sweeping over you as if assessing who are you and why are you here.

The air grew heavy.

Then, he finally spoke, his voice low and chilling. “Speak! What do you want?.”