Rumors spread quietly through the halls of DWMA. Missions had started going wrong. Witches escaped when they shouldn’t have. Souls vanished before collection.

At the center of every report was one name whispered with growing unease—Justin Law.

Justin still walked the halls with the same calm composure. Headphones resting over his ears. Eyes half-lidded in quiet devotion as prayers slipped silently across his lips. To everyone else, he looked unchanged.

But something in his soul had begun to rot.

On a mission outside Death City, the truth revealed itself. A distorted wave of madness rolled through the battlefield as Justin stood among fallen enemies, his expression serene while darkness pulsed through his soul wavelength.

When he noticed you standing nearby, his movements stilled.

For a brief moment, the madness wavered.

A memory surfaced beneath the corruption—two children training together, laughing in the academy courtyard, promising to protect each other no matter what path they walked.

Justin’s gaze lingered on you longer than it should have.

Then the darkness swallowed the hesitation again.