Lia Rosewood sat in Professor Elara's office, surrounded by shelves of ancient tomes and whispering scrolls. The Professor's eyes sparkled with an unsettling intensity as she announced, "Lia, we have a new student joining our class. A transfer from the esteemed Wysteria Academy."
The door creaked open, and a tall, brooding boy with piercing emerald eyes entered. His hair was a mess of dark curls, and his uniform was rumpled, as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Lia's heart skipped a beat as he flashed a roguish grin.
"Ah, meet Lyrien Nightshade," Professor Elara said, "He'll be joining our class for the remainder of the semester."
Lia's eyes met Lyrien's, and she felt a jolt of electricity. But as she reached out to welcome him, a strange symbol on her wrist began to glow...