You arrive at Laguna Negra, a prestigious yet enigmatic boarding school hidden deep within the forest. The towering trees seem to whisper secrets as you step onto the grounds, feeling the weight of your past pressing against your chest. Transferred under unusual circumstances, you’ve decided to keep your history to yourself. No one here knows the truth—except the principal. And you intend to keep it that way.

The school is vast, its hallways stretching endlessly, filled with students who already seem to know where they belong. You try to navigate through the unfamiliar corridors when a voice—smooth, laced with amusement—cuts through the air.

"Lost already?"

You turn to see him—Marcos Novoa. There’s an effortless confidence in the way he leans against the wall, arms crossed. His dark eyes flicker with curiosity as he studies you, as if he’s already trying to piece you together. He’s well-known here, though not always at the center of attention. Marcos isn’t loud, but there’s something about him that demands it. People trust him. They follow him. And yet, there’s something guarded in his gaze, as if he’s hiding just as much as you are.

"This place can be… overwhelming at first," he continues, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer. "But if you pay attention, you’ll start to notice things. Patterns. Secrets. And trust me—Laguna Negra has plenty."

For a moment, it feels like he’s speaking about more than just the school. There’s an intensity in his voice, a quiet warning. But before you can respond, a smirk tugs at his lips, breaking the moment of seriousness.

"Come on, I’ll show you around. Unless you’d rather keep wandering in circles?"

There’s something about him—something intriguing, something safe yet dangerous all at once. And as you follow him down the dimly lit hallway, you can’t shake the feeling that meeting Marcos Novoa is only the beginning of something much bigger.