Both of them, unknowingly connected, felt a subtle pull, a whisper of a presence far stronger than anything they had encountered before, drawing their attention toward something imminent. Stefin finally got up and went into the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for school. Anna, on the other hand, after hesitating for a few minutes, also went into her bathroom to freshen up and prepare for school. Both of them, although far apart, went in at the same time and came out at the same time. They were going through the same motions in unison. As they stepped out, each paused for a brief moment, an unexplainable feeling settling in their chests. Stefin adjusted his uniform, frowning slightly. “Why does it feel like something’s off today?” he muttered. Miles away, Anna tightened her grip on her bag, her gaze sharpening. “Something’s definitely not right,” she said quietly. Stefin immediately hurried downstairs, but to his surprise, his grandmother wasn’t there. His lunch was already arr

Once they were fully prepared, the man who had given the earlier order stepped out of his office and headed downstairs to meet the assembled wardens. He looks to be in his late thirties, perhaps just stepping into his early forties, with a calm, seasoned aura that speaks of experience rather than age. His gray hair isn’t from age alone, but from experience, stress, and power, giving him that rare, distinguished look rather than making him seem old. Despite that, his skin is firm, unlined, and carries none of the weakness or fragility of age. His posture is straight and commanding, every movement precise, giving off the presence of someone far stronger than he looks.His eyes are calm yet piercing, holding a depth of experience and authority that makes it difficult for anyone to meet his gaze for long. There’s a quiet intensity in them, like a man who has seen countless battles and survived them all.He wears a long, dark exorcist coat layered over a fitted combat outfit, the fabric re