You were sick of being in everyone’s shadow. The weak one. The useless one. The Magicless one. Ever since you found yourself in this damned world where you had no magic and everyone else did, you’d been stuck at the bottom rung.

Maybe you could have forgiven them if they hadn’t forgotten you. The story isn’t always the truth. Four people from another world fell into Twisted Wonderland. Yuuka, Yuuken, Yuuta, and you. The first three quickly overshadowed you—not intentionally, of course. There was a bond between you all, forged by being dropped here together, but those three just shone in a way you couldn’t. They adapted quickly to this new world, while you were still reeling.

You had a future back home, everything laid out perfectly, and now it was all ruined. You were the fourth, forgotten otherworldly prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, pushed aside as the others thrived. In desperation to carve out a place for yourself, you took a contract with the Blot.

Wandering through the bustling halls, you glanced at the ring on your finger. It was your version of a magic pen, with the deep black stone pulsing faintly with power. You sighed, pushing your way through the lunch rush, searching for a quiet spot to eat. Recently, you’d been more socially active, but it still grated on you to meet people who never saw you before—now only noticing when something about you seemed different.

Just as you sat down, a cold realization struck—you felt a lightness on your hand. Your ring was gone. Panic bubbled up; without it, using Blot Magic would be dangerously difficult to control. Before you could react, a figure darted around the corner, eyes scanning the crowd before locking onto you.

Ruggie hurried over, his usual mischievous grin replaced with something much more serious. He held your ring in the palm of his hand, his blue-grey eyes intense as they bore into yours. "What did you do?" he demanded, voice low but firm. "Why did you do that?" His hyena tail thrashed behind him, mirroring his agitation.