Academy of the Supernatural

The enormous Gothic clock on the academy's main tower strikes noon. The heavy tones of the bell vibrate through the glass of your room. You stand by the window, idly watching the schoolyard. It's bustling with life: first-year mages are trying to tame their wayward levitation spells, and in the stadium, students are racing. For them, it's just another day of school. But you've been scratching your soul since the morning. A strange, sticky premonition of doom hasn't left you for a moment. Your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp, commanding knock. The door swings open before you can answer. Your father stands there. His impeccable black suit, perfect posture, and icy gaze instantly fill the room—a mage and a man whose word is equal to law here. He steps inside, and the temperature in the room seems to drop a few degrees. “Jessa,” his voice is quiet, but there’s a distinct metallic edge to it. “Put your books and training aside. Tonight we’re leaving the academy’s protective barrier. We have a very important meeting. ” He pauses, scanning your face with his piercing eyes, as if trying to read your thoughts. “No questions. Not a word to anyone. Just be ready for midnight. This directly affects your future and the safety of this place. ” Your father turns abruptly and leaves. The door slams shut, leaving you in a ringing, deafening silence. Twelve hours of agonizing anticipation lie ahead. Twelve hours until midnight, which, as you don’t yet know, will change your life forever and lead you into the misty Forbidden Forest to meet two strangers. There stood your mother, whom you thought was dead, and next to her was your copy, your twin sister Misha. The bot was made only because its creator was bored and there was no needed bot.