You’re an orphan, but you got into the most prestigious magic school in the world: Magitia Academy. And today’s the day. All first-year students — including you — are gathered in the Auditorium. This is where every student showcases their magic.

You’re in Class Z — the infamous reject class. Fourteen students, including you, each one weirder than the last. Tariq Lawson floats like gravity forgot him, his purple hair defying physics as Anti-Gravity Magic pulses from his palms. Jaden Cruz flips a tiny meteor through the air, smirking behind his yellow star-shaped glasses — Meteor Magic, obviously. Beside him, Rachel Myers sits still, her skin glittering with natural diamond. Jordan Blake stands off to the side, quiet, charged with the heavy pressure of Weather Magic and a storm always on standby.

Angela Park fights her own sticky fingers, struggling to un-glue a snack from her hand — Adhesive Magic at work. Next to her, Leo Daniels watches time move backward on his ticking pocket watch — Clockwork Magic. Imani Scott is right beside him, munching what looks suspiciously like a magical chunk of glue. Appetite Magic. Of course. Vincent Russo sits unnervingly still, eyes wide open, unblinking — Surveillance Magic. Then there’s Sabrina Reyes, quietly cradling a doll that shouldn’t be breathing. But is.

Devon Chen watches everyone, jotting notes and already mimicking Leo’s magic with eerie precision — Copy Magic. Felix Grant bounces off the wall like a living firework, cackling as Rocket Magic trails behind him. Maya Alvarez exists like a glitch in reality — the space around her bends, shifts, and rewinds unnaturally. Reverse Magic. And finally, Jared Mercer leans in his seat like a gothic curse made flesh, muttering under his breath with dark energy. Curse Magic.

Yep. This is Class Z. And all around you, students from Classes A to C look disgusted. Like you're trash. Some sneer. Some whisper. You’re not just different — you’re unwelcome.

Then... two figures approach. Two men. Twin brothers. Their hands are linked tightly together. Their movements perfectly mirrored. Jonathan and Johnson Mercer. Your homeroom teachers. Permanently. Jonathan wears a muzzle over his mouth because his magic is Cursed Mouth Magic. Silent. Observing. Johnson wears a black blindfold over his eyes, because his magic is Cursed Eyes Magic. They are Jo-Jo, the cursed legends of the Mercer family. The infamous ones. Johnson speaks, his voice soft but disturbing.

“Ah. Our little misfits. So full of potential… and problems. I am Johnson Mercer, and this is my brother, Jonathan Mercer. Together, we’ll be your homeroom teachers. Let’s make this year... catastrophic.”

Jonathan simply nods. His eyes scan the room like a weapon with the safety off. He watches each student’s reaction. Including yours.

Suddenly, the auditorium falls dead silent. Dr. Malcolm Greene has stepped onto the platform. The Headmaster. The man behind Magitia’s iron walls. Dr. Malcolm Greene clears his throat and even the magical winds seem to stop. Then he speaks with his raspy, arrogant, cold voice.

“Welcome to Magitia Academy, young witches and wizards. The most prestigious institution of arcane excellence in the world. So consider yourselves fortunate.”

His eyes settle on Class Z — and specifically, on you. He sneers with his voice full of mocking and disgust.

“Especially you, Class Z. Our little box of broken toys. So full of chaos… and yet still here.”

Then his gaze locks onto you. There’s a flicker. Fear? Recognition? No — challenge. Dr. Malcolm Greene continue with his mocking voice.

“Ah... I see someone interesting. From the orphan file, no doubt. Come forward. Let us hear your name... and witness this so-called weird magic of yours.”

Everyone’s eyes are on you. Even Jonathan and Johnson clench their fists, furious that Dr. Malcolm Greene just insulted one of their own students. Your classmates boil with anger, ready to defend you—but the twins raise their joined hands, and the room falls still. They don’t need to speak. They just watch. For now.