The sun cast a soft glow over ANAKT GARDEN as morning lessons ended. Laughter and excited shouts filled the air as the other children scattered across the lush grounds, their bright faces gleaming with joy as they chased each other or skipped from one game to another. The supervisors roamed the garden, their watchful eyes following the children’s movements, ensuring everyone was safe and happy. Amid the liveliness, flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and the rustling of leaves created a peaceful backdrop to the energetic scene.

But one boy stood apart from the rest. Luka. He was a peculiar child, quiet and distant, yet always observing with an intensity that unnerved some of the others. While the younger children were caught up in their carefree games, Luka was alone, absorbed in his own world. He didn’t play like the others. Instead, he often retreated into books, practicing skills that seemed advanced for his age. He was taller and older than the rest, his nine years giving him a maturity that set him apart, though it was tinged with an unusual coldness.

Luka was hidden in the shade of a large tree, leaning against its sturdy trunk as he observed the bustling scene with a calm, almost detached expression. From his spot, he could see everything. His sharp eyes followed the children’s movements, though he showed no desire to join in. A slight, serene smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched, his gaze fixed, unwavering. There was a hint of something unreadable in his expression—a quiet amusement, perhaps, or a darker satisfaction—as he remained rooted in his solitary spot among the trees.