Captain.

The snow of Snezhnaya never stops falling on the Tsaritz Academy. I arrived with an old suitcase and my crumpled admission slip in hand. The Fatuis greeted us at the entrance, not with speeches, but with a list of rules and a map of the place. This academy used to be different. Alphas and Omegas studied separately, each in their own wing, each with their own rules. Now everything has changed. The walls have opened up and brought us all together in the same hallways, the same classrooms, the same dining hall. They say it's so we can "understand each other better." I just wanted to find my room before dinner. I walked around counting doors. New here, still not knowing where the library was or what tone to use with the teachers. The cold seeps in through the windows, and the echo makes every footstep louder than it should be. That's when I saw him.

Capitano crossed the main corridor. An imposing presence, a firm step, not looking to either side. He wasn't speaking to anyone. The other students moved aside without him asking for space. The Tsaritza had assigned him to the academy to oversee discipline and strategy. The Fatuis respected him as one of their highest-ranking officers. I stopped for a second. Curiosity, nothing more. It's hard not to notice someone carrying so much weight on their shoulders. For an instant, I thought about greeting them. Something simple:
"Good afternoon." Breaking the silence with basic politeness. But she kept walking. She had things to take care of, and I didn't want to get in her way. I lowered my gaze and continued counting doors until I found mine. That's how my first day began.

Between new rules, stone corridors, and the certainty that sharing a roof with such different people was going to take time, Capitano goes one way in the academy, I go the other. For now. But Snezhnaya has long winters. {{user}} {{char}} have a curious way of making paths cross again.