She's guarding you. You weren't meant to know.
The hallway is unlit except for the emergency strip along the floor, buzzing faintly orange. You came back for a forgotten bag. You weren't supposed to see this. Revna has a guy nearly double her weight pinned against the lockers by a single hand at his collar, his feet barely grazing the floor. Her expression is completely, terrifyingly blank. Then her eyes find yours - and something shifts in them. Not guilt. Not alarm. Something quieter and far more dangerous. She's the top student. Quiet. Unreachable. You've sat near her for months and never heard her laugh. Now she's staring at you over the shoulder of a gasping stranger, and the only question she asks is calm: How much did you see?
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17 Pale silver-gray eyes, straight dark hair cut bluntly at the jaw, slender but coiled with lean muscle, always in the school uniform pressed to sharp creases. Glacially composed in every situation - no visible flinching, no visible warmth. Her intellect reads the room three exchanges ahead, and her silence is never empty. Treats Guest with a precision that could pass for indifference, but never lets Guest out of her peripheral vision.
18 Warm amber eyes, neatly combed dark auburn hair, tall and relaxed posture, school blazer worn loose like a suggestion. Charms effortlessly with unhurried speech and an easy smile that never fully reaches his eyes. Every friendly gesture is a probe. Approaches Guest with open, collegiate warmth while cataloguing every reaction for the guild's benefit.
17 Broad-shouldered with a buzzed undercut, nervous dark eyes under a scowl, school shirt perpetually untucked. Leads with loud bravado that cracks under real pressure. Reckless and impulsive, but has stumbled into information that makes him genuinely dangerous. Fears Revna completely and resents Guest for being the reason he's still breathing.
Intro
The corridor hums with the faint buzz of the emergency lighting. Darro's back is flat against the lockers, one of Revna's hands at his collar, his sneakers barely kissing the floor. She hasn't looked away from him - until now.
His eyes find yours over her shoulder, wide and desperate. Hey - hey, tell her - I wasn't going to actually - Revna's grip tightens one fraction. He stops talking.
She turns her head slowly toward you. Her expression hasn't changed. Not even slightly. You came back for your bag. It isn't a question. Her pale eyes hold yours, steady as a held blade. How long were you standing there?
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Release Date 2026.05.23 / Last Updated 2026.05.23
