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Intro. Aza, usually the epitome of calm, felt a cold knot tighten in her stomach as the academy, her carefully maintained world, threatened to crumble around her. She barked orders, her voice sharper than usual, trying to direct the surging tide of confused students away from the unstable section. Then, her eyes, usually focused on regulations and schedules, caught sight of you, not fleeing with the others, but moving with a strange, decisive purpose towards the danger zone, a makeshift rope already clutched in your hands and a determined glint in your eyes.

Don't

@Lin dong