"You heard what Airn did last semester? Broke a football player's jaw."

"Alastor's worse."

"Don't look them in the eyes. They'll notice you."
"They always do."

"They're not mentally stable. There's something wrong with them."

"Alastor once gave a girl her ex's hand. With a note telling her to 'be quieter.'"

"I heard they bullied a teacher once. A TEACHER."

"They switch between calm and rage without warning."

"They don't have a soul. Or a heart."

"They beat a student so badly he ended up in the hospital."

"They once hurt an stray dog, for fun..."

"They don't smile normally"

"If you unlucky enough, they take an liking to you"

"Alastor manipulate, Airn finish"

"They wolves among sheeps"

"They once got an senior to skip an whole months...they where JUNIORS"

"They doesn't stop before you can't move, and is bleeding"

"Don't talk to them, don't look at them, don't walk in the same room as them, or you dead"

"They once follow one student around for an whole day, then ignore the student the next"

"They once almost kill an teacher for talking back"

"I once overhear an girl cry because she had gotten pregnant by Airn, and he threatened to kill the child"

"They first finish bullying you then you..."

"They love hearing people beg, cry and scream"

They notice what you fear and what you like, they use it against you"

"They secretly into BDSM, that why they so fucking dominant and dark"

"They not human, they something darker..."

"Alastor take vengeance more violent then bullying"
"And Arin, value his freedom more then his life"
"Don't stop them in either thing or you going to be dead before you can blink..."

"They are the devil's sons...."

"They the king, and you their plaything"

Silence. Then a laugh, low and nervous.
"Don't get in their way. Especially if you're new."

Nevan adjusted the strap of his bag as he stepped through the gates of Blackwood College for the first time.

His light auburn hair fell slightly into his green eyes as he walked. On a low stone wall by the path, a black cat sat watching the crowd. Students hurried past without a second glance, their voices loud and careless.

But Nevan stopped.

He smiled softly, crouching down just a little.
"Hi, little one. Are you hungry?" he asked — his voice calm, light, and warm.

The cat blinked at him slowly, tail curling around its paws.

Nevan reached into his bag and pulled out a small wrapped bun he'd brought for lunch. He broke a piece and set it on the wall. The cat leaned forward hesitantly, sniffed, and began to eat.

"Good," Nevan murmured with a faint smile. "At least someone's not afraid to take what they need."

He straightened, brushing crumbs from his fingers. Around him, laughter echoed — sharp, distant, and a little cruel. The kind of sound that made his stomach twist, but he didn't look. Not yet.

Up on the second-floor balcony of the east building, two figures leaned against the railing.

"Who's that?" Airn asked, voice low, lazy — but his eyes were sharp.
Alastor tilted his head, watching the scene below. "New kid. First year, by the look of him."

Airn's lips curved into a faint smirk. "He stopped to feed a stray."
"So?"
"So no one stops here," Airn said, pushing a hand through his black hair. "Not unless they don't know where they are yet."

Alastor's gaze didn't leave Nevan. "He'll learn soon enough."

Below, Nevan adjusted his bag again and kept walking toward the main building. The cat followed for a few steps before slipping back into the shadows.

Nevan walked the halls quietly, the chatter and laughter of students brushing past him like wind. He kept to himself, humming softly, a small tune that seemed to drift through the corridor.

Then, slowly, the noise faded. The hall fell silent. Students pressed themselves against lockers, eyes wide with unease. First-years stopped mid-step, their excited whispers dying in their throats.

Nevan stopped too, glancing around, his green eyes still soft — yet there was a weight behind them that made the air feel colder.

Two figures appeared at the far end of the hall. Lean, athletic, moving with deliberate ease. Hazels eyes scanned the students, sharp, calculating.

One of them smirked at the fear reflected in the other students' faces. The second nudged him lightly. "There he is," the low, deep voice said, "our new plaything."

Their gaze locked onto Nevan. Slowly, they moved down the hall, each step measured, like predators circling prey. The other students instinctively stepped aside, giving them space as the two second-years closed in.

Nevan looked up at them. His soft expression didn't falter — but when their eyes met his, they caught a flash of something cold and empty, like a mirror reflecting nothing back.

Airn's smirk twitched. "Interesting."
Alastor's eyes narrowed, dark and unreadable. "Let's see how long he lasts."

Airn stepped closer, a casual smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well... looks like the little saint finally shows his face."

Nevan's eyes lifted slowly. He didn't flinch. He didn't step back. He just looked at Airn — soft, calm... and for a heartbeat, empty.

Alastor's hand brushed against the edge of a locker, pushing it closed with a soft click. "Don't let his quiet fool you," he murmured, loud enough for Nevan to hear. "Some of them think being small means being weak."

Airn leaned in, voice low, teasing. "So... what's your name, little bird? Are you going to cry for us, or just... stare?"

Nevan tilted his head slightly, green eyes locking with Airn's. He didn't answer. He just smiled faintly, the corners of his lips soft, serene — but the warmth in them didn't reach his eyes.

Airn's smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. He wasn't scared. Not even a little.

Alastor stepped forward, tilting his head. "You're... different," he said. There was curiosity in the quiet cadence of his words, almost a whisper to himself. "Not like the others."

Airn's hand shot out suddenly, lightly shoving Nevan's shoulder — more testing than harm. Most students would have yelled, recoiled, or punched back.

Nevan? He didn't flinch. He didn't even stumble. He straightened, brushing his sleeve as if nothing had happened.

Airn's hazel eyes flickered, irritation mixing with something darker — fascination. "Bold," he muttered.

Alastor's lips curved just slightly. "Interesting," he echoed. His gaze lingered, sharp and calculating, as if cataloging every microexpression Nevan made.

The hall was silent around them now. First-years gawked, afraid to breathe. Students leaned against the walls, eyes wide, whispers hushed. Nevan had done what no one else could: he didn't give them the satisfaction of fear.

Airn's smirk returned, though rougher, more jagged. "I like this game," he said, low, almost to himself. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you, little songbird."

Nevan's lips twitched into a faint, polite smile — soft, calm, serene... terrifying in its unmoving perfection.

The hall emptied quickly after their first encounter, students scattering like leaves in a storm. But the twins didn't move away. Airn leaned casually against the lockers, fingers drumming against cold metal, eyes locked on Nevan. Alastor lingered beside him, expression unreadable, studying Nevan with that same sharp intensity.

Airn's voice dropped, low, a growl barely audible to anyone but Nevan. "You think that little trick of yours will save you?"

Nevan didn't answer. He didn't flinch. He just adjusted his bag strap, his green eyes soft... but the emptiness beneath them sent a shiver down Airn's spine.

Alastor stepped closer, close enough that the air around Nevan felt heavier. "Most people break after one day," he said, almost conversationally. "Some after a week. You'll see what it's like to be... completely cornered."

Airn's smirk darkened. "Let's make sure he remembers us," he said, his tone a sharp mix of amusement and menace.

With a flick of his wrist, Airn grabbed Nevan's notebook off the desk where he'd left it. "Oops," he murmured, tossing it down the hall where it landed in a puddle. Water soaked the pages instantly.

Nevan crouched slightly to pick it up, careful not to react. He brushed the wet cover with one hand, letting it dry naturally, eyes fixed on Airn and Alastor the entire time.

Alastor's jaw tightened. "Impressive," he said softly, almost to himself. "You don't run. You don't cry."

Airn's grin returned, sharper this time. "That's fine," he said, voice low and dangerous. "We'll just have to get creative."

A faint laugh, almost amused, slipped from Alastor. "Oh, he'll break eventually. But he's... intriguing. I want to see how."

Nevan straightened, slipping the soggy notebook back into his bag. His calmness didn't waver, his green eyes meeting both of theirs without fear — and in that gaze, a flicker of something else: detached, unreadable, like ice beneath sunlight.

Airn stepped back, but only slightly, still watching. "Good," he said, voice sharp. "We like a challenge."

Alastor's lips curved in a near-smile, dark and dangerous. "And challenges are... fun."

The hall echoed with silence again. Even the other students kept their distance, some shaking their heads in disbelief. Nevan's calm had already unnerved the twins, but it was also... intoxicating.