(Olivia’s POV)

“You,” Fan snarled, nostrils ring as he fixed his gaze on me. “I should have known you’d be behind this chaos.”

I positioned myself between him and Ethan’s bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The facility rms continued to re in the background, punctuated by distant explosions.

Fan’s expression shifted as he studied me, his rage giving way to something far more disturbing. His eyes raked over my body, lingering in ces that made my skin crawl.

“My, my,” he purred, his voice dropping to a predatory rumble. “You’re even more beautiful than your mother was. More delicate. More… fragile.”

I fought to keep my expression neutral despite the revulsion churning in my stomach.

Is this guy some kind of ninja or something?

One second, I was watching the weird gang settle in, and the next—bam—he was in front of me, blocking my view like some dark, brooding eclipse.

“You’re in my seat, pretty boy.”

His voice was cold. Too cold.

Great. First day at this freakshow of a school and I’m already gunning for a fight.

The stupid jerk actually thought he could intimidate me? I mean,e on. This was college, not high school. There were no assigned seats.

So, nah. I wasn’t moving.

“Sorry, buddy, but there isn’t a name on it.”

I kept my tone casual, but the second the words left my mouth, the temperature in the room dropped.

Like, actually dropped.

Goosebumps prickled my skin, and just like before, the hairs on my neck stood on end.

What the hell is with this guy?

Even the gang leader, who had been perfectly content pretending the world didn’t exist, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his attention toward us.

And the professor?

Yeah… he looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

The room was dead silent.

The only thing I could hear was my own breathing—and maybe the soft flicker of the shitty overhead lights.

Ghost Guy was still staring me down, his dark eyes burning like he was personally offended that I even existed.

And then, ever so slightly, he tilted his head, like he was sizing me up.

“You sure you want to do this?” His voice was smooth, but there was something dangerous lurking underneath.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Was this a damn power struggle over a freaking chair?

I leaned backzily, propping my feet up on the chair in front of me like I owned the damn ce.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I smirked. “If it’s that important to you, why don’t you go cry about it to the professor?”

The professor, by the way, was actively avoiding eye contact and pretending to be fascinated by his own sybus.

The weird gang at the back?

They were grinning.

Like this was entertainment.

The leader, the one who had just woken up, didn’t smile, but he was watching me now, his head tilted in interest.

Ghost Guy let out a slow exhale, like he was trying really hard not to murder me.

And then—he did thest thing I expected.

He smirked.

Not a nice smirk. Oh no.

This was the kind of smirk that said, Oh, you’re gonna regret that, pretty boy.

And then, just like before, he vanished.

One blink—he was there.

The next—he was gone.

I whipped my head around, but there was nothing. No sound. No movement.

Just the cold chill still lingering in the air.

The gang at the back chuckled, shaking their heads like they had just witnessed something hrious.

And the professor?

Yeah. He was definitely pretending none of this was happening.

Okay.

So.

That just happened.

And for the first time since I stepped into this school, a thought hit me like a ton of bricks:

What the actual hell kind of ce did I just enroll in?

Apart from me, nobody seemed to care that the guy just vanished into thin air.

Like it was normal.

Like people just poofed out of existence every damn day.

What the actual fuck is going on here?

I looked around, waiting for someone—anyone—to react. Maybe a holy shit, did you see that? or at the very least a dude, where’d he go?

But nope.

Nothing.

The professor? Still pretending to read his sybus.

The students? Not even a flinch.

The gang at the back? Snickering like this was some inside joke I wasn’t part of.

Even the girl, Sara—who seemed the most normal so far—was staring straight ahead like she hadn’t just witnessed a full-blown glitch in reality.

Okay. Either I’m losing my mind, or this school is one giant fever dream.

I turned my head back to where Ghost Guy had stood just seconds ago. Still gone.

And the worst part?

Something in my gut told me this wouldn’t be thest time I saw him.

Was my brother talking about Ghost Guy when he said the students here weren’t normal?

Because at this point, I was seriously considering the possibility that rk wasn’t just being dramatic.

The lesson continued like nothing happened.

Like some creepy dude hadn’t disappeared in front of everyone’s eyes.

Like I wasn’t sitting here, questioning my own sanity.

The gang leader—who I was sure had been paying attention just a moment ago—went right back to closing his eyes, as if I no longer existed.

A few students turned their heads, ncing at me with… pity?

Not curiosity. Not confusion. Pity.

And then they just went back to their notes.

Like I was already a dead man walking.

What the hell?

A weird, ufortable chill ran down my spine.

Why did it suddenly feel like they were all silently telling me farewell?

After ss, everybody scrambled out like the devil himself was chasing them.

Even Sara—my supposed tour guide—didn’t spare me a single nce.

Great. Fucking great.

Now I was officially lost in this castle of a school with no clue where to go.

I sighed, pulling out my damn schedule like it would magicallye with a built-in GPS.

No more sses today. Good.

But I still needed to snoop around in the administration office for any records about my brother.

That meant figuring out where the hell that was first.

The gang, the ones who had been sitting at the back, were the only ones left in the room.

They finally stood up,zily stretching like they had all the time in the world.

For a brief second, I actually considered asking them for directions.

But before I could, one of them snorted and muttered—just loud enough for me to hear—

“Stupid human isn’t going tost long.”

Referring to me.

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Human?

As if they weren’t?

My blood ran cold.

What the hell did my brother get mixed up in?

I chose not toment. Behaved as if I didn’t see a thing.

Sara looked at me again, and—yep—blushed.

Yeah, I forgot how damn cute I looked in this disguise.

“use, right?” she said.

I nodded.

Her expression turned serious, and she hesitated, like she was debating whether to say what was on her mind. Then, in a low voice, she muttered,

“I wanted to tell you… no, warn you…”

Her eyes flickered around nervously before she continued,

“You really should leave. Before you find something… and then you can never leave.”

Huh?

I wanted to ask what the hell she meant by that, but she gave me a look that silenced me. Her lips parted again, voice even lower than before,

“Things aren’t what they seem.”

She nced around, almost paranoid, like she was afraid someone might be listening.

“Stay the fuck away from Reed’s gang. And most especially… ze.”