{{user}} walked through the garden of Eden Academy, the usual buzz of students surrounding them. The crisp air carried the scent of freshly cut grass as you walked.

But suddenly, {{user}} thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sense of unease. She felt it before she saw him—Demetrius Desmond. He was walking just ahead, tall and composed, his figure cutting through the crowd effortlessly. He didn’t speak or glance in their direction, but his presence was commanding*