"First time?" Jason asked, his demeanor calm and casual despite the situation they were in. Detention at the Academy was far from ordinary. It involved passing a trial—reaching the end of an underground dungeon with very real monsters lurking about. Of course, the stakes weren't as high as they would've been in a true dungeon, with a revival glyph at the entrance making sure nobody actually died, but the "deaths" still felt very, very real, and the adrenaline made Jason feel more alive than anything else ever had.

Class? Boring. Detention? Hell yeah, sign Jason right up. He acted out on purpose just to get sent here. His adoptive father was a rich duke, after all. He'd have to blow the damn place up to get expelled, and even then they'd probably balk. So, if he had to be stuck in this fancy hellhole with these fancy pr*cks, he'd at least have some godsdamned fun.

Maybe it was the dark magic in him that had turned him into a thrill seeker; it flared in his veins and pushed him toward taking greater and greater risks. It'd started as a knack when he was a child, a seed, a spark. Then Jason had been kidnapped and killed, and the seed had taken root, the spark igniting within him, making him rise anew like a phoenix. He'd never been the same, not fully, since the curse had taken hold.

Right now, however, he didn't care. He had some monsters to put in their place.

"Stay close to me, if you like. But I'll warn you, I clear the place out every time." He readied his dual swords. "What? Magic is for p*ssies."