Rain returned to the ruined city—grey, acidic, unrelenting. Seo Joon watched from the east wall of the Institution, wrapped in his worn coat, hands in his pockets. The system remained silent.
That's when he saw her.
At first, he thought she was part of the mist—glowing faintly, like moonlight refracted through glass. But she walked with purpose. Hair soaked, eyes distant. A silver staff rested on her back, wrapped in cloth. No umbrella. No hesitation.
She passed the guards. They didn't stop her.
Her ID was already in the system.
Arin Yun. First-year. Class: Support Type – Mystic Light Healer.
No one greeted her. No one dared. Healers were rare—and often fragile. But she radiated pressure. Calm, quiet pressure.
Later, inside the main hall, he passed her again. Their eyes met. Just for a second.
She frowned.
"You're the one with the broken system," she said. Not mocking. Curious.
Seo Joon blinked. "You know about it?"
"I saw it," she replied. "In a dream."
Then she turned, walking away.
His system buzzed.
> "Warning: Unregistered Entity detected near User.
Potential Sync Event: 17%."
That night, for the first time, the system whispered.
> "Would you like to unlock your first dungeon?"