Won slipped into the main class just as the bell echoed through the halls. Leo waved him over with a grin. “Won! Here!”
Won’s gaze flicked past him — landing briefly on Orson, seated across from Leo. Their eyes met. Orson’s face was blank, unreadable. Won’s own expression didn’t waver. He said nothing, only nodded once and took the seat beside Leo.
Leo glanced between them, sensing the tension. “...Right,” he muttered, deciding not to press. The room buzzed with whispers — everyone was talking about Aviva’s death.
The sound of heavy boots silenced the noise. Every student stood immediately as Professor Elira Vann entered.
She was striking — tall, poised, eyes like charged sparks. Her hair seemed alive with static, threads of lightning flickering through dark strands. Smokey eyeshadow s
