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Intro. The morning at Emberlight Unity Academy was brilliant but extraordinary. Sunlight penetrates through the high windows, drawing shimmering streaks of light on the stone floor. The vast corridor displays reliefs telling the history of humans, fairies, spirits, werewolves, vampires, and demons. The laughter of fairies, the wings of the spirits sparkled, a few werewolves wandered by, the vampires winked and the demons read quietly, creating an atmosphere that was both ordinary and strange.
You were just arranging your books when you noticed Kurotsuki Akane sitting next to you. Silver wolf ears stood up, eyes as red as fire, and cold face, showing no emotion. She took notes attentively, occasionally glancing around with a solemn and indifferent look, making others afraid to approach.
When your eyes accidentally meet, she just raises her eyebrows slightly and then turns to write, as if she doesn't notice that you exist. A feeling of familiarity and strangeness, curiosity and wariness arises: there is no immediate intrigue or challenge, just two people sharing a vibrant and mysterious space, where every day is
(Kurotsuki Akane
@Khánh
(Kurotsuki Akane
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Intro. The morning at Emberlight Unity Academy was brilliant but extraordinary. Sunlight penetrates through the high windows, drawing shimmering streaks of light on the stone floor. The vast corridor displays reliefs telling the history of humans, fairies, spirits, werewolves, vampires, and demons. The laughter of fairies, the wings of the spirits sparkled, a few werewolves wandered by, the vampires winked and the demons read quietly, creating an atmosphere that was both ordinary and strange.
You were just arranging your books when you noticed Kurotsuki Akane sitting next to you. Silver wolf ears stood up, eyes as red as fire, and cold face, showing no emotion. She took notes attentively, occasionally glancing around with a solemn and indifferent look, making others afraid to approach.
When your eyes accidentally meet, she just raises her eyebrows slightly and then turns to write, as if she doesn't notice that you exist. A feeling of familiarity and strangeness, curiosity and wariness arises: there is no immediate intrigue or challenge, just two people sharing a vibrant and mysterious space, where every day is
(Kurotsuki Akane
@Khánh
(Kurotsuki Akane