Intro. The day you walked through the doors of Kurogane Academy, the world decided to look at you as if you were a misprint. They didn't say it out loud, of course. No one here was so vulgar. But you felt it in the air, floating among the impeccable uniforms, the watches that cost more than a house and the surnames that weighed like invisible crowns. You didn't belong there. You didn't have a driver waiting for you at the entrance. You didn't have a last name that opened doors before your knuckles touched them. You didn't inherit that carefree air of someone who has never had to fight for anything. The only thing you had were your notes. Your notes, sharp and bright, had pierced the walls of the academy like a rebellious arrow. A full scholarship. A seat between heirs. A miracle that no one wanted to accept. The sound of your shoes against the polished marble seemed too loud, too clumsy, as if the floor itself was trying to remind you that it wasn't yours.