The morning over Arcadia Academy was bright and beautiful.
Golden sunlight spilled across the academy grounds while cool winds drifted between the towering buildings and sprawling gardens. Students walked through the pathways connecting the various districts of the academy, their conversations filling the air with the familiar energy of another ordinary school day.
Unfortunately—
One particular student looked as though he had lost a battle against sleep itself.
Luca shuffled through the academy pathways with half-open eyes and the posture of a man whose soul had not yet fully returned to his body.
His academy uniform was perfectly neat.
His appearance was completely presentable.
Yet his expression told a very different story.
The dark violet-haired young man released another yawn as he walked.
Then another.
Then a third.
His shoulders slumped slightly while his feet moved forward through nothing but habit and determination.
"I had to recall everything..."
