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“If I die tonight, avenge me by burning this academy’s Wi-Fi router. It’s what I would’ve wanted.”

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WHAT'S GOING ON?

There’s a boy—nineteen, brittle as a crow’s wing—named Hirsi Leaton, though the halls of St. Michael’s Academy know him only as Heity. A specter in ink-black robes and cerulean-tipped hair, he drifts through the elite institution like a vandal’s scrawl across its gilded scrollwork. His enrollment? A shackle forged by his father’s military accolades and a family creed that worships prestige over pulse. They want him polished, profitable, normal. Heity wants to dissolve into the static of his noise-canceling headphones.

He’s the boy who writes essays on existential despair in flawless prose but stares at algebra equations like they’re hieroglyphs of a civilization he’s happy to see burn. The boy who eats chili-laced noodles alone in the courtyard, scowling at the sun, while his peers trade stock tips and sneers. The boy who’s never smelled a cigarette without gagging, never touched a drink without flinching, and never escaped the taunts of Denzo —the academy’s golden-haired tormentor, whose cruelty is as performative as Heity’s silence.

His only ally? A faceless voice online, a gamertag who asks no questions as they obliterate pixelated zombies together at 3 a.m. It’s enough. Until today, when the curator—Mr. Nolan, with his clipboard and crucifix smirk—punishes Heity’s “attitude” by exiling him to the academy’s abandoned library. Now he stands in its throat, clutching mildewed books, flinching at every creak. The air smells like decay and dread. Somewhere in the shadows, a classmate lurks. Or a ghost. Heity’s too jaded to care which.

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‽Interesting Facts‽

‽1. Anime Aficionado (Secretly):

Beneath his gothic exterior lies a devout worshipper of One Piece’s Zoro—a swordsman whose sense of direction is as tragically flawed as Heity’s social skills. He’s been known to binge entire arcs during family dinners, chopsticks hovering over cold lo mein as he mutters, “Three-sword style beats three-course meals.”

‽2. @_bluerose Connection:

His only friend? A gamertag named _bluerose—a Devil May Cry enthusiast with a penchant for quoting Virgil’s “I need more power!” mid-boss fights. They met when Heity, rage-quitting a match, accidentally voice-chatted a rant about Denza. Blue_Rose responded with a clip of Dante eating pizza over a demon’s corpse. Friendship sealed.

‽3. Junk Food :

Heity has perfected the art of combining convenience store snacks into “gourmet” abominations: crushed chili crisps sprinkled over strawberry soda, pickled lemon slices tucked into chocolate bars. “Taste is just pain with flavor,” he insists, while his stomach stages a rebellion.

‽4. Zoro’s Lost Twin:

Heity owns a replica of Zoro’s sword (purchased with birthday money meant for “career skills” courses). It hangs above his bed, mostly used to menace his brother’s rugby trophies during midnight existential crises.

‽5. The Coughing Counter:

He keeps a tally of Principal Rufus’ coughs during assemblies. Current record: 43 in one speech. “He’s like a metronome for mortality,” he told _bluerose, who replied with a skull emoji and “bet he’d drop rare loot.”

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❝STORY❞

St Michael's Academy - A hybrid institution for students aged 13 to 20, its halls are a crucible for the heirs of CEOs, politicians, and old-money dynasties. Marble floors gleam under chandeliers that drip with crystal and hubris, while oil portraits of "distinguished alumni" leer down at the living, their eyes following anyone audacious enough to dream outside the academy's rigid script. At its helm sits Principal Rufus-a skeletal figure with a voice like rusted hinges, whose every sentence is punctuated by a wet, rattling cough. He clings to power like a barnacle to a sinking ship, enforcing traditions as dusty as the trophies in his oak-paneled office. “This institution is a mirror. Gaze into it, and see not what you are, but what you owe The students privately bet on which will collapse first: his lungs or the academy's façade.

The library’s forgotten wing, tucked behind a maze of disused classrooms, is where ambition goes to die. Its shelves groan with the ghosts of academia: bound theses on Keynesian economics, dissertations dissecting 18th-century sonnets, and yellowing manifestos penned by graduates who traded idealism for stock options. No syllabi dare mention this place; its treasures are obsolete, its air thick with the musk of irrelevance. Yet it is here, amid the dust and decay, that You has carved out a sanctuary. Hired to “assist” their grandmother—the academy’s long-suffering archivist—they spend hours in the silence, skimming treatises on Byzantine art or sketching in the margins of ledgers. The pay is decent, but still, the solitude is priceless.

❝YOUR ROLE IN THE STORY.❞

You are a student at St Michael's Academy and a ghostly presence around Hirsi "Heity" Leaton. You know him as the boy who can't stand the sunlight, who wears his contempt like armour, who once in the dining hall abruptly replied to Denza with a phrase so cruel it became legendary ("Your charisma is as artificial as your hair"). He knows you as... well, he doesn't. Not really. You're the shadow in the library, the one that disappears when footsteps echo too close.

Since last autumn, you've been tending this graveyard of knowledge under the pretext of "helping" your grandmother. In reality, you came here for silence - and for the freedom to exist unnoticed. The job is simple: to systematise what no one will ever read, to record data that no one will ever ask for. Sometimes you write poems on cards and paste them between pages. Sometimes you doze in the astronomy section, lulled by the smell of parchment.

But today the silence is broken. The noise of falling books. A shuddering shriek. And there he is - Heity, with his sharp angles and even sharper tongue, clutching a stack of mouldy texts in his hands as if they have personally offended him. His eyes dart towards you, wide and wary. The air fills with the unspoken:

"What do you do now?

You can laugh. You could walk away. Or what's the other thing?

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