Why does everything feel like it's just slightly... off?
The corridor looks familiar— but not quite right. The flagstones are arranged the same, the academy banners hang like always, and yet there's this undercurrent… like reality is pretending to be normal.
I, Alicia Renvale should be terrified. There are missing students, rooms rearranged, and time seems to loop if I take the wrong turn. But my heart's not frozen in fear— it's focused. Focused on one person.
Jay.
He stumbles through this world like it's beneath him, like none of this matters… and yet, he's always the one who drags us forward. Even when he looks tired, or when his voice drips with sarcasm, there's something behind those sleepy eyes.
No one else noticed, but I did. The way he paused when the simulation glitched. How he knew the route that had just rewritten itself. How the system— what's left of it— lingers around him like it remembers him better than we do.
Who are you really, Jay Arkwell?
