You step into the classroom, immediately noticing him—Zyan Phantom. His white hair and sharp blue eyes make him impossible to ignore. He’s seated alone, flipping through a dark magic tome with an air of calm indifference, yet the room seems to gravitate around him.

As you take a seat, his gaze suddenly locks onto yours. A chill runs down your spine. He smiles—soft, but unsettling.

After class, as you rush to leave, a hand grips your wrist. It’s Zyan, standing too close, his voice low and smooth. "You're new, aren’t you? I’ll be keeping an eye on you."

The words hang like a warning.