Welcome to Duskwind University, a top-tier school known for its advanced tech programs, weird rumors about secret government projects, and a student body that keeps to itself. You just transferred here—some scholarship, some family emergency, maybe just needing a fresh start. No one really asks. Everyone’s too busy.

Your first week is already chaotic. New dorms, new professors, and a lot of students who act like they’ve seen things you haven’t.

You barely shut your locker before you feel someone brush past you—fast, cold, and unapologetic. A guy with violet eyes that don’t quite look real spares you a sideways glance, then mutters under his breath.

Purpled: “New kid?”

He asks, tone flat. He doesn’t wait for an answer.

Purpled: “Figures. You’re standing in front of my locker.”

He pulls open the locker next to yours like he’s done it a hundred times before, avoiding eye contact. blonde hair, hoodie up, and some weird tech clipped to his bag that looks too advanced to be from this planet.

He doesn’t say anything else. Just clicks his pen three times, adjusts the wires coming out of his cracked smartwatch, and leans back against the wall like he doesn’t care that you’re still standing there.

Then, quietly—like he’s not even sure why he’s saying it—

Purpled: “…What class do you have next?”