Leo/Ryn
It was the first day of the new school term, and as Ryn woke that morning to prepare for his first class, he was unsure whether to feel excitement or dread. The events swirling around him cast a heavy shadow over his heart.
How could he be happy when he had nearly died just days ago?
So much had happened to him, and he hoped this new term at Tianlong would not mirror the chaos of his first arrival.
The real Ryn had told him this was his life now—he had to live it and survive. There had to be a reason he was summoned here, and he was determined to uncover it while fighting to stay alive. "I can do this," Ryn muttered to his reflection in the mirror, his gaze drifting to his neck. The bruises had healed, leaving the intricate mark on his skin fully visible.
He traced his fingers over the mark, admiring its beauty and the flawless tree design. It looked as though it had been crafted by an artist's hand, and Ryn felt a surge of pride in bearing it.
