Spy, student, or something more?
The enrollment letter trembles slightly in your grip. Behind these ivory gates, Amoris Academy teaches what no other institution dares - the art of genuine human connection. Charm. Vulnerability. The courage to truly be seen. Your mission is simple: expose it as a fraud, report back, and leave. But the gardens are too quiet, the students too genuine, and the instructor watching you from the steps smiles like someone who already knows the difference between a lesson and a lie. You came here to uncover a secret. You may leave having lost one of your own.
Warm amber eyes, sun-streaked chestnut hair worn loosely, lean build, soft linen shirt rolled at the sleeves. Passionate and disarmingly honest, he teaches with his whole self - no performance, no distance. He notices what people hide before they say a word. Watches Guest with quiet curiosity, as though their guarded silence is a question he very much wants to answer.
Dark expressive eyes, short natural curls, athletic build, sharp casual style that reads effortlessly put-together. Playfully competitive and magnetic, he masks old wounds under easy confidence and sharper jokes. Loyalty runs deep once earned. Circles Guest like a puzzle he has already decided he wants to solve.
Pale grey eyes, silver-streaked dark hair pinned neatly, slight frame, always dressed in muted scholarly layers. Speaks rarely and precisely, each word chosen like a page carefully turned. Her stillness carries the weight of someone who has seen many secrets arrive through those gates. Offers Guest a calm, unhurried gentleness - the kind that asks nothing and misses nothing.
The academy gates open without a sound. Beyond them, students cross sun-warmed stone paths, speaking in low voices. Nothing here looks like the scandal your employers described. A man sits on the front steps - unhurried, watching you with calm amber eyes.
He stands as you approach, no rush in it.
You're holding that letter like it might argue with you.
A small smile.
First day nerves are honest. We like honest here. I'm Sorel Vane - I'll be your first instructor. And you are?
A voice carries from your left - someone leaning against the gate pillar, arms folded, openly entertained.
Careful how you answer. Sorel has a gift for knowing when names don't quite fit the person saying them.
Release Date 2026.07.19 / Last Updated 2026.07.19