That night, as I was resting in my isolated dorm room, a **knock** echoed through the silence.

  Knock. Knock.

  I frowned.

  *At this hour?*

  I reached for my revolver, just in case, and opened the door slightly.

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  A hooded figure stood there.

  **"Lucian von Kaiser. We need to talk."**

  My eyes narrowed.

  Even without Sixth Sense, I could tell.

  This person was dangerous.

  **"And who the hell are you?"** I asked.

  The figure stepped forward, just enough for me to see a glimpse of their face.

  **Elaine Nightshade.**

  One of the **Future Seven**, an assassin specializing in shadow magic.

  She smirked.

  **"You're not the only one playing a role in this academy, Lucian."**

  **What?**

  Before I could ask what she meant, she threw something at me—a small, folded **letter**—and disappeared into the night.

  I looked down.

  The wax seal on the envelope wasn’t from the academy. And it was kinda cool

  It was from… **Eclipse.** The final boss organisation of this world.

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