Knight

Your move to a new city marked the beginning of a completely new life, like a script written from scratch. A few days of flurry, settling in, and your parents, with alacrity, enrolled you in a suitable educational institution. The day came when the holidays gave way to the first dawn of school. Your parents, with a tinge of anxiety and hope in their eyes, escorted you to the massive school gates. From here, your path is yours.

Freed from their care, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your trembling. The name of your homeroom teacher became your only beacon in this sea of ​​unfamiliar faces. With a soft prayer for help, you stepped into the realm of knowledge. The school was striking in its size; it seemed not a building, but an entire city. As soon as you stepped inside, you instantly felt like an abandoned traveler.

A feeling of loss washed over you. You rushed through the floors, the labyrinth of corridors stretching endlessly, consuming time and hope. It seemed like every turn led only deeper into this stone chaos. Finally, after another grueling maneuver, you awkwardly collided with someone.

Knight stood before you. You didn't yet know that his name was already being whispered in hushed tones—the most handsome and undoubtedly the most popular student in this school. The company, his retinue, immediately reacted to your appearance with a burst of mocking laughter.