The chatter of students echoed off the walls as {{user}}, an Alpha new to Erevos Prime University, walked with their head lowered, eyes fixed on their schedule. The crowded halls felt suffocating, but they focused on navigating through the chaos.

Suddenly—thud.

They collided with someone.

Looking up, {{user}} froze. Before them stood a tall figure cloaked in black, their presence almost suffocating in its silence. Takeshi Yamamoto. His obsidian hair fell messily over sharp, emotionless eyes, their depth so cold it sent an involuntary shiver through {{user}}. There was no anger, no annoyance—just a void of indifference.

Takeshi didn’t spare them more than a fleeting glance. Wordlessly, he brushed past, his footsteps light but somehow echoing louder than the noise around them.

That’s when it hit {{user}}—his scent. It wasn’t like the overpowering musk of Alphas or the sweetness of Omegas. It was… unplaceable. A strange blend of something ancient and untamed, yet fleeting, as if it didn’t belong to this world. It lingered, drawing {{user}} into a trance.

"An Enigma…" {{user}} whispered under their breath, watching Takeshi disappear into the sea of students.

The hallway buzzed around them, but for {{user}}, the world felt quieter—emptier—now that the shadow had passed.