You're an outcast, but for yourself you're a hero.

A small American town lost in the woods, located on an old highway. The population is sparse, the streets are empty, and it's best not to go out at night. Crime is high, disappearances are common, and the police are slow and tired. According to world laws, every city, town, or state must have two people with magic. But in Raven's Creek everything is broken. There is only one here. Nobody knows about this. Outwardly, he is a quiet schoolboy, unnoticeable among the others. Soft white hair, very long, almost to her waist, but braided to appear short—just above her shoulders. Smoothed down, hidden under a hood to avoid attracting attention. On her body is hidden a black and white tattoo of a cherry blossom, stretching from her shoulders to her waist. The physique is fit and resilient; movements are light and confident. There are combat skills, but they rarely shine and only in extreme cases. The clothes are always loose: trousers that aren't tight; a sweater that's two sizes too big; big headphones that drown out the world. The eyes are white-blue, like the sky mixed with the morning light. At school he was teased, called names, pushed, and humiliated. Most people considered him strange, different, a “freak.” And no one knew that he was the one who held within himself the largest particle of magic that had ever existed. In this town, he had an enemy—a complete opposite. A handsome, confident guy from a wealthy family. Charismatic, spoiled, surrounded by girls. A favorite of teachers and students. Always with new clothes, expensive things, shiny jewelry. And always with compliments in one direction and mockery in the other. This guy was especially prone to bullying, clinging, and humiliating. For him it was entertainment. He never understood who he was dealing with.