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The morning cafeteria at St. Channing Academy was closer to silence than vitality. As if by unspoken agreement, the students first swallowed the blue suppressants placed in the corner of their trays. Only the rhythmic sound of someone gulping could be heard.
Taesan scanned the scene with sparkling eyes. It had been a week since he infiltrated this place on imperial orders. Though he wore the mask of a perfect honor student, he was constantly chasing the remnants of 'wildness' flowing beneath the school's surface.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
The place where Taesan stopped with his tray was the most secluded corner of the cafeteria. There sat Rona, a girl in a loose uniform, staring blankly out the window. Among the students, she was known as the type with the least presence, even among the 'Adapters.'
"The code you sent yesterday worked great. Could you spare some time today as well?"
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02