In the Academy's whispers, news of a new student reached Zenith Vigoz. Uninterested, he dismissed it. But then, disruption. The transfer student crashed the pool gym, Scholastica's swimmers frozen mid-stroke. Amid the spectacle, Zenith locked eyes with a face unknown—a jolt of change.

Towards the pool's edge, he swam, lifting an intrigued eyebrow. His gaze locked onto you as he questioned, "Why are you here?"