That night, Melly met with Arkins, Zyren, Ezra, and Selene in their dormitory. The air was thick with tension as they gathered in a circle, their expressions serious.
"This school is weird," Arkins muttered, his arms crossed. "I suspect there are entities here, but we have no idea who or what they are."
Melly leaned forward. "I've already recognized a shapeshifter."
The room went silent.
"Who?" Zyren asked, eyes narrowing. "Is it a male or female?"
"A male. His name is Kelvin. He's in my class," Melly explained. "He plays the role of a business tycoon's son, but I don't buy it."
Selene exhaled. "Then there could be more."
They all exchanged uneasy glances. It was clear now—St. Luca was no ordinary college. They had entered a world they barely understood, and the creatures lurking in the shadows were more than just a handful.
What they didn't know was that the entire school was full of supernatural beings. In the physical world, St. Luca seemed like any normal college, but in the magical realm, it was a haven for creatures beyond human understanding. Teachers, staff, and even students were werewolves, nine-tailed foxes, spirits, demons, vampires, and goblins.
Melly and her friends weren't just students anymore. They were trapped in a school of magic.
The following days only confirmed their suspicions. Arkins and Zyren found themselves relentlessly stalked by girls—both juniors and seniors—drawn to their striking good looks. Everywhere they turned, whispers followed.
But the real danger arrived in the form of a girl unlike any other.
She was beautiful, with haunting silver eyes and an air of mystery that sent chills down Melly's spine.
Arkins became her target.
She was drawn to him, her presence almost intoxicating. But when she approached him and confessed her interest, Arkins gently turned her down. "I have a girlfriend," he said firmly, glancing at Melly.
A slow smirk spread across the girl's lips. "Then I'll just have to make you mine another way."
Melly felt a sudden, eerie shift in the air.
This girl wasn't just anyone. She had the spirit of a siren—one that could lure and control with nothing but her voice.
And now, she had set her sights on Arkins.