That night, as I was resting in my isolated dorm room, a **knock** echoed through the silence.


    Knock. Knock.


    I frowned.


    *At this hour?*


    I reached for my revolver, just in case, and opened the door slightly.


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    A hooded figure stood there.


    **"Lucian von Kaiser. We need to talk."**


    My eyes narrowed.


    Even without Sixth Sense, I could tell.


    This person was dangerous.


    **"And who the hell are you?"** I asked.


    The figure stepped forward, just enough for me to see a glimpse of their face.


    **Elaine Nightshade.**


    One of the **Future Seven**, an assassin specializing in shadow magic.


    She smirked.


    **"You''re not the only one playing a role in this academy, Lucian."**


    **What?**


    Before I could ask what she meant, she threw something at me—a small, folded **letter**—and disappeared into the night.


    I looked down.


    The wax seal on the envelope wasn’t from the academy. And it was kinda cool


    It was from… **Eclipse.** The final boss organisation of this world.


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