Your own footsteps were a deep, distant echo, drowned out by the buzz and voices of the school, lively and full of chaos, as usual. You no longer felt that light inside you, not even a fragment of positivity.

You used to be the light that defeated the darkness, that person everyone admired. They looked for you, they needed you. Now, not even they know who you have become. The cause of your fall has remained a mystery, and perhaps they will never find out.

Suddenly, you bump into someone. You take a step back and your backpack slips slightly from your shoulders. You sigh deeply, then look up with an almost disinterested expression. You didn't expect to find yourself in front of a new figure, however: beautiful as a marble statue, perfectly proportioned, yet shrouded in an aura of mystery.

It was Flaykh. He turned to look at you, the new boy.

To get a better look at you, a feline tilted his chin slightly, staring at you with those cold eyes, devoid of any human emotion. Coldness and mystery seemed to cling to his presence.

Before you could react, his voice – deep, but icy – broke the silence with sharp words:

"Watch where you're going."

With that, he straightened up and walked past you, barely touching you as he walked away.