His Human Luna

system error

POV: Kael Draven

Black Throne Academy’s control system was built to be absolute.

Nothing entered without a trace. Nothing stayed without classification.

That was the foundation.

Which meant what I was looking at should not exist.

I stood inside the academy’s internal registry room—one of the few spaces that didn’t allow students access. Even most staff weren’t cleared to be here.

Ronan was beside me, silent for once, watching the screen.

The file was open.

Ayla Hart.

Status: Accepted

Origin: Unknown

Admission Type: Standard Scholarship Entry

I read it once.

Then again.

Then stopped reading and checked the structure instead.

Everything looked intact. No corruption markers. No override signatures. No forced insertion traces.

It was clean.

Too clean.

“That’s not possible,” Ronan said quietly.

I didn’t answer immediately.

Because I was thinking the same thing.

The system didn’t “accept” unknown entries without validation. It rejected them. Flagged them. Locked them out before entry completed.

But her file showed none of that.

It showed acceptance as if she had always been meant to be here.

I leaned closer to the screen.

“Run it again,” I said.

Ronan did.

The result didn’t change.

Silence followed.

I stepped back slightly.

That was the first anomaly.

The second was worse.

Because I remembered her reaction.

No fear.

No hesitation.

No confusion about where she was or what she had entered.

As if she had walked into Black Throne Academy expecting it to recognize her.

That was not normal behavior for any outsider.

Especially not a human.

Ronan broke the silence.

“There’s something else,” he said.

I looked at him.

He hesitated before continuing.

“She’s already been flagged by internal observation units.”

That was expected.

Most new entries were monitored.

“What’s different?” I asked.

Ronan didn’t answer immediately.

Then he turned the screen slightly.

A second file overlay appeared.

Not official system data.

Observation logs.

Multiple entries.

All marked:

UNSTABLE RESPONSE DETECTED — SUBJECT: AYLA HART

My eyes narrowed slightly.

That was new.

“She triggered a response chain,” Ronan said. “Multiple students. Multiple zones. Within forty-eight hours.”

That was too fast.

Black Throne Academy students didn’t react collectively unless something forced alignment.

And she hadn’t been here long enough to force anything.

Which meant—

“They’re responding to her presence,” I said.

Ronan nodded.

“Yes.”

That was the second anomaly.

I stared at the screen again.

Something about it didn’t fit.

Not the data.

The pattern.

Everything was behaving as if she had already established influence.

But she hadn’t done anything.

Not officially.

Not visibly.

Which meant the system wasn’t reacting to action.

It was reacting to existence.

That wasn’t possible.

Unless something in the system had already classified her incorrectly from the start.

Or something had forced classification.

I straightened.

“Trace the original entry point,” I said.

Ronan typed immediately.

A pause.

Then another.

His expression changed slightly.

“…There’s no entry point,” he said.

I looked at him.

“What do you mean.”

“She doesn’t have one,” he replied. “It’s like she was inserted directly into the system without transition data.”

That meant bypassing every security layer.

Every verification protocol.

Every control gate.

That level of access didn’t exist in standard academy structure.

Even I would have needed clearance signatures from three council-level authorities to override entry pathways.

And yet she was already inside.

Accepted.

Logged.

Active.

Ronan spoke again.

“This could be internal manipulation.”

“No,” I said immediately.

He paused.

“Then external?”

I didn’t answer right away.

Because both options led to the same conclusion.

Someone had access they shouldn’t have.

Or something wasn’t being shown to us.

I closed the file.

“Keep monitoring her,” I said.

Ronan frowned slightly. “That’s it?”

“For now.”

He hesitated, then nodded.

“Yes, Kael.”

He left.

I remained in the room for a moment longer.

Then turned off the system display.

But the problem didn’t leave with it.

Because anomalies didn’t disappear just because they were hidden.

They evolved.

Ayla Hart — Meanwhile

I didn’t know anything had changed yet.

Not officially.

But I felt it.

Black Throne Academy had a way of making silence feel like observation.

Mira met me near the lower corridor again.

She looked different today.

More alert than usual.

“You’re trending,” she said casually.

I frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means people are talking about you more than usual.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“It isn’t.”

We started walking.

This time, she stayed closer than before.

“Did something happen yesterday after Kael showed up?” she asked.

I looked at her. “He told me not to use a corridor alone.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

She was quiet for a moment.

Then she muttered, “That’s not like him.”

“Like who?”

She didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she changed direction slightly.

“We’re not going to class,” she said.

I stopped. “What?”

Mira looked at me briefly.

“You need to see something,” she said.

Before I could respond, she continued walking.

I followed.

Because at this point, I had learned something important.

Questions here didn’t get answers immediately.

They got consequences first.

We reached a restricted side hall I hadn’t seen before.

No students.

No noise.

Just a sealed door at the end.

Mira stopped in front of it.

“This is technically not allowed,” she said.

“That sounds reassuring.”

She ignored me.

“I’m going to show you something,” she continued. “But you don’t talk about it.”

I frowned slightly. “Why would I agree to that?”

“Because it involves you.”

That made me stop.

Silence stretched between us.

Then she placed her hand on the door.

It unlocked.

I didn’t move immediately.

“What is this place?” I asked.

Mira looked at me once.

“Records wing,” she said. “Old ones.”

That didn’t sound dangerous.

But her expression said otherwise.

We stepped inside.

The room was colder.

Not temperature-wise.

Emotionally.

Rows of sealed archives lined the walls. Dustless. Preserved. Forgotten but not abandoned.

Mira walked straight to one section.

Pulled out a file.

And handed it to me.

I opened it.

The first page made me stop immediately.

A list of names.

All marked:

DECEASED — SYSTEM CORRECTION

I looked up at her.

“What is this?”

Mira didn’t answer immediately.

Then she said quietly:

“People who were never supposed to exist here… but did anyway.”

My grip tightened slightly on the file.

“Why are you showing me this?”

Mira hesitated.

Then said the words that made everything shift.

“Because your name almost appeared here too.”

Silence.

That was the twist.

Not fear.

Not danger.

Recognition.

Something about me had already been flagged by this system before I even understood I was inside it.

And somewhere deeper in Black Throne Academy…

someone had already noticed.