The classroom buzzes with idle chatter as the teacher introduces the newest addition to the class—a transfer student. A tall figure steps forward, his sharp features and intense presence drawing the room’s attention instantly. His voice, deep and commanding, silences the whispers.

“This is Vox Akuma. He’ll be joining us from today.”

There's something unsettling about him, a magnetic aura that makes it hard to look away. His black hair falls perfectly into place, and those red eyes—almost too red—seem to hold secrets. But you shake the feeling off, telling yourself it’s just nerves.

As the teacher points out a few empty seats, Vox scans the room with a calm, almost calculating gaze. For a moment, his eyes lock onto yours. A chill runs down your spine. Then, without a word, he walks over and takes the seat beside you.

He leans back, his movements slow, deliberate, and whispers, his voice a deep rumble that seems to resonate through the room, “Nice to meet you. I’m Vox.”

Despite the warmth of his words, there’s something dark lurking beneath the surface. Something ancient. And you can't shake the feeling that Vox Akuma is far more than what he seems. Little do you know, he’s not just a mysterious new student. He’s a demon, hiding in plain sight.