It’s 2035.
Quantum chips are in human brains. Mechanical bodies are the norm. Cyborgs—called Mechuros—are almost perfect.
But this story isn't about any of that.

This story is about a loser who just… existed.
A genius-turned-shut-in. A brat. A wreck.
His name? Shawn Heisen.

A monster who mastered calculus at six.
Now? He spends his days skipping school, sulking in his room, and barely surviving with his only emotional lifeline—his roommate, Remila.

But everything spirals when a single buzz from his phone—his good-for-nothing father—rips open the past he tried to forget.

Soon, Shawn’s dragged into the world he abandoned.
He gets thrown into Novainé Phoenixä, one of the most elite academies on Earth—despite being blacklisted for skipping three years of school.

There, he reunites with his childhood friend Nico Quincer, and meets Nielle Frino and Rosalinne Freemann—students who, like him, are more broken than they seem.

Together, they try to revive the dying Artist Club, share moments, and maybe… start to heal.
But when secrets start leaking—deep, dark, soul-twisting secrets—
their bond starts to crack.

What's the tragic event led to shattering of his soul?
What's the secrets his friends been hiding behind his back?
What more is to befall this poor guy?
......

"Haaaah?? What do I do right now? Should I wake her up?" I scratched my head as I placed her head on my lap. 


"Hmmph, Alright! Iet's carry her back to home" I heaved.


As I tried to pick her up but...I was quickly humbled by my strength. 


"Ehhhhh?! Am I this weak? Or is there something else? Well whatever, I need to carry her home quickly" I tried again to brace her up.


"Hooo! Finally! I never thought this old woman would be this heavy" I said as I prepared myself for carrying her back home.


The pink night-sky too grew darker and more profound. Meanwhile I was sweating bullets and panting like a rabid dog.


While I was thinking I've made it, I noticed that same convenient store. Tho It was closed now.


"Huh, what?! Am I just halfway through? Oh for fuck's sake!" I panted, as I tried to regain my breath.


"Woah there's a bench!" I leapt towards it.


I placed her on it and rushed towards the vending machine, I scrambled through my wallet like a maniac for a freaking coin.


"Aha! Got it. Kirley, where are you?" I hovered my hand around the large bright screen of the chilly vending machine 


The only one here is "Mama's pure: fresh milk coffee" 


Huh? What is even this? I don't exactly have a good feeling about this company, and why there's a woman in her 70's with unusually perky expressions on this freaking can??


I won't drink this can of shady, horny granny's 


Milk coffee. Shit! I still need some energy. 


I glared at that can with extreme scepticism. 


My breath caught up to me right after seeing our old, dusty, cracked Apato.


"Finally...we made it to our apartment!!" I panted while Remila was still dozed off like a freaking corpse which could wake up and bully me at any moment. 


"Keys...Keys...Where are they??" I grumbled looking for them as I struggling to keep Remila from falling. 


"Got em!" I turned the key and click opened the door. 


I sprinted to her room with giving in every ounce of strength left within me, and dumped her on the bed. 


Chapter 3 - The Crash