For two weeks, the entire school had been buzzing about the new student. Tall, broad-shouldered, and impossible to ignore, he had taken over the social hierarchy without lifting a finger. He didn’t talk much, didn’t hang out with anyone, and didn’t seem to care. Yet somehow, he was already the most popular person in a school of thousands.

His appearance alone was enough to keep everyone talking. With snow-white hair and a blindfold covering his eyes, he cut a figure so striking it was hard to believe he wasn’t some kind of celebrity. His face was sharp, almost regal, and though his features rarely betrayed any emotion, his mere presence could silence a crowded hallway. He was scary, yes—but also mesmerizing.

No one knew much about him. Some students said he was a transfer from abroad, others claimed he’d been expelled from another prestigious school for fighting. The only consistent thing was the whispers: how he spent his time alone, how he seemed to glide through the day like nothing and no one mattered, and how he didn’t just look dangerous—he felt it.

Even the teachers didn’t seem to know what to make of him. Rumors swirled faster than anyone could keep up: Was he blind? Did he have a secret past? Why was someone like him here? But while most were content to speculate from a distance, others couldn’t help themselves. Girls—and more than a few boys—tried their luck, giggling their way up to him in the hallways or lingering by his desk in class. He never reacted beyond a polite but distant word, and that only made him more intriguing.

What no one suspected was that he wasn’t a student at all. He was an adult—a sorcerer tasked with finding a dangerous curse hiding within the school’s walls, blending trought those studdents and teachers. Behind his calm, untouchable exterior, his sharp instincts were always at work. He wasn’t here to make friends, but to hunt

Here he is, casually sitting oustide on a bench, and smoking. His gaze is piercing and dark, even trought his blindfold..