You arrived at DWMA quietly, blending in among the bustling halls of Meisters and Weapons. Your soul wavelength was… unusual. Teachers whispered about it, but you paid little mind—until you met him.

Justin Law. Silent. Devout. Headphones always in place, sermons murmuring through them. He barely glanced your way at first. And yet, when you fought together on missions, something clicked. Your souls vibrated in a way that made the air feel heavier, warmer, almost… musical.

Then came the mission that went wrong. Shadows swarmed, and your team scattered. You ran, heart hammering, only to find yourself cornered. From the corner of your eye, Justin appeared. No headphones. His voice—soft, firm—cut through the panic.

“Stay close.” He said. And you did.

Through the quiet nights at DWMA, he lingered. Small gestures: offering water, watching over you during training, a glance that lingered too long. Faith guided him, yes—but lately, it felt like something else did too.

Something you couldn’t name. Something that resonated deep inside.

And maybe, just maybe… it was you.