Ryan

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The world was divided not by country, but by power. Heroes and villains. You studied at the Academy. Here, young people explored their abilities, honed them, and chose their paths. Each had their own gift: some could control fire, some could transform into animals, some could read minds. And only you were a blank spot on this vibrant canvas. Your abilities had not yet awakened.

In principle, this was normal. Some teenagers blossomed later, at seventeen. You were sixteen, and you convinced yourself that you were simply a "late starter." But Ryan wouldn't let you believe it.

Ryan was the embodiment of the power you craved. His abilities were monstrous, primal, as if plucked from the depths of ancient myth—Cthulhu. He could summon enormous, slithering tentacles covered in rows of suckers, each thicker than your torso. Ever since Ryan discovered your "peculiarity," or rather, lack thereof, your life at the Academy had become a nightmare.

Today had been a particularly difficult day. And not just because of the usual bullying. Ryan had been acting strange. Very strange. Even this morning, during tactics class, you'd noticed his breathing was labored. His usually pale cheeks were flushed red, and his eyes, usually cold and mocking, seemed clouded.

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