The academy stood tall under a quiet morning sky.
From the outside, it looked peaceful—like any elite institution meant to shape the future.
But inside… something was off.
The air itself felt controlled.
Measured.
Like every movement, every breath, was being watched by something unseen.
Drakila A. Gojin walked through the long corridors without urgency.
His hands were in his pockets.
His expression calm.
His eyes half-lidded, almost bored.
Students passed him, laughing, arguing, talking about their first mission.
To them… yesterday was just another training day.
To him…
Something had already broken.
The hallway walls were lined with digital panels—mission logs, rankings, ability charts.
As Drakila walked past one…
He stopped.
Just for a second.
One name flickered.
Then disappeared.
Like it had never existed.
He didn't react immediately.
Instead, he leaned slightly closer, pretending to read something else.
But his eyes sharpened.
"…deleted."
Not archived.
Not marked dead.
Deleted.
Elsewhere in the academy…
A classroom sat in silence.
The desks were full—
Except one.
A single empty seat near the window.
Sunlight passed through it like nothing was missing.
Like no one had ever sat there.
"Wasn't there someone here yesterday?"
A student whispered.
Another frowned.
"…I don't remember."
And just like that—
The question died.
Memory itself felt… edited.
Drakila entered the room quietly.
He looked at the empty seat.
Then at the students.
No one questioned it anymore.
No one even noticed.
"…so it's not just records."
His gaze shifted slightly.
"It's people too."
Later that day, the training grounds echoed with energy.
Abilities clashed.
Flames, shockwaves, and pressure filled the air.
Students pushed themselves, eager to rise in rank.
Drakila stood at the edge, watching.
Not the fights.
The reactions.
The behavior.
One student caught his attention.
A boy who had returned from a mission two days ago.
He moved stiffly.
His attacks were precise…
Too precise.
No hesitation.
No wasted motion.
No emotion.
Drakila stepped closer.
The boy turned.
Their eyes met.
For a split second—
Fear appeared.
Real fear.
Then it vanished.
Like it had been erased.
"…Instructor."
His voice was flat.
Empty.
Drakila tilted his head slightly.
"You look different."
The boy didn't answer.
Didn't react.
Didn't even blink.
Then he walked away.
The wind shifted.
And Drakila's shadow stretched unnaturally behind him…
before snapping back into place.
Night fell.
The academy changed.
Lights dimmed.
Security tightened.
Silence deepened.
Drakila stood alone in a quiet corridor.
In front of him—
A restricted access door.
No markings.
No labels.
Just a cold metallic surface.
He didn't try to open it.
Not yet.
Instead, he turned slightly…
looking at a nearby surveillance camera.
For a moment…
They stared at each other.
Then Drakila smiled faintly.
"You're watching me too… aren't you?"
Deep underground…
Hidden far beneath the academy—
A dark chamber pulsed with energy.
Rows of bodies floated in suspended capsules.
Veil energy flowed like liquid shadows.
One capsule flickered.
Inside it—
A student opened his eyes.
But they weren't human anymore.
Back above…
Drakila walked away from the door.
Calm.
Unbothered.
But his thoughts were clear.
Sharp.
"This isn't an academy."
A pause.
"It's a system."