Anvish stepped onto the campus, his eyes scanning the vast grounds. The college was enormous, filled with countless classrooms. In the center stood a sparkling water fountain, surrounded by corridors and rooms, while the courtyard buzzed with many unfamiliar faces. The grandeur of the place was almost intimidating.
From near the fountain, a female voice rang out:
"So, listen up..."
Anvish walked closer, his gaze wandering over the classic architecture—pillars lining the corridors, large windows, and white walls that reflected the morning sun, giving the campus a bright and peaceful vibe. As he approached the fountain, his eyes caught a notice board:
"WELCOME TO 7 LEAVES"
Standing nearby was an elegant woman, dressed in a white shirt and black jeans. She exuded confidence and authority, yet there was a genuine warmth in her tone. Raising her voice, she announced:
"So, listen up, everyone! I welcome you to 7 Leaves—the college of scholars and one of the oldest institutions around."
She paused, taking a deep breath, her expression hinting at disappointment.
"The name '7 Leaves' comes from the Seven Gods... I know you're all curious about the story."
She shook her head slightly.
"But there are no more details. This college was founded by a mysterious cult that disappeared with time. Its origins are unknown. So now, it's up to you to begin your journey and uncover the mysteries of your future."
Anvish felt a chill run down his spine as he heard this. The words left him unsettled, but he forced himself to brush it off.
The woman continued, her voice strong and unwavering:
"You've all stepped into a place to unlock a new life. Everyone is welcome here... and no one leaves."
Anvish's classroom was E12, on the ground floor, left-side corridor. The room was large, filled with rows of benches—three students per bench—and a constant hum of boys chattering.
He entered quietly, wearing a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and his blue bag slung over one shoulder. His clothes were bright, but they didn't reflect the shadows he carried inside—a darkness that no one could see.
From the middle row, a boy called out, curiosity in his voice:
"Hey, what's your name, dude?"
Anvish barely looked up, answering softly, almost in a whisper,
"Anvish."
He walked past, eyes distant, and chose a bench near the window at the corner. Sitting down, he gazed out but remained lost in his own thoughts, a world of shadows and memories that no one could reach.
From the back row, a boy's eyes followed him. He watched silently as Anvish seemed to drift deeper into his dark, private world, completely unaware of anyone around him.