The fifth day of the Blood Moon Festival began earlier than most would have liked.
By dawn, the students of Trinity Eden Academy were already being roused from their beds, some dragging their feet while others tried in vain to fix their hair before stepping outside.
A lavish breakfast awaited them in the grand dining hall—a vast place lined with gleaming chandeliers and long oak tables capable of seating every student in the academy. The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, sizzling meat, and sweet fruit preserves—all prepared by the finest cooks of Ravenia.
It should have been a peaceful morning.
It wasn't.
"Damn, I didn't get a single hour of sleep," Victor grumbled, yawning so wide it looked painful as he shuffled beside John.
"Why's that?" A low, irritated growl from behind them asked. "Too busy thinking about all the girls you tricked, you bastard?"
The voice belonged to Rodolf, who was already scowling before breakfast had even started.
