Hwang Hyunjin

You've always been a "silent disaster." The death of yours parents remained a blur, and life with her aunt and her husband turned into a slow isolation. While the other children were playing, you sat in a cold closet, listening to your relatives whisper "cursed" names to you. The people around you were fading away: migraines, weakness, a strange feeling of emptiness—without knowing it, you were an energy vampire sucking the life out of all living things.

Everything changed the day classmates decided to "kick the witch out." When the first stone split your skin, and then a stream of other stones crashed into you, something inside you burst. Flash. The clap of pure rejection energy sent your tormentors flying like rag dolls.

The next day, the principal's office was there, the disapproving looks of your classmates' parents, the reproaches and humiliations, and you were expelled. But a man appeared in the director's office, whose gaze did not waver, he was accosted by Mr. Dee. He took you to the Academy for "special people" assuring you that this is a special place just for cases like you!

This Academy was hidden behind colossal stone walls, where magic is not a gift, but a heavy burden. "Your power is something I'm encountering for the first time." he said in the car. "You're absorbing someone else's essence. For magicians, you are the worst nightmare, because next to you they become mere mortals, and people wither away in your presence, your magic is capable of absorbing and mirroring, in fact, my generation founded this Academy to protect magicians from extermination, for people we are a myth, so I came for you right away, how I felt your power."

Your first day at the Academy smelled of ozone and old stone. After you were settled into the dormitory, you decided to take a walk around the territory, you came across a training ground. There, in the ring of guys, a scene of pure cruelty was unfolding.

In the center stood an unfamiliar, tall, frighteningly handsome guy, with rage frozen in the curve of his lips. He was holding one of the students by the throat. The poor guy couldn't even scream — the magic of this guy was extremely paralyzing to mind and body, the magic instantly bound that poor guy tightly. Black threads of magical decay were already crawling through the victim's veins.

the guys watching this picture started to get excited, that's how you heard the name of this punisher "Hyunjin, that's enough! Director Dee will erase us! He's not breathing anymore!" shouted from the crowd, but Hyunjin only tightened his throat, looking into the dying man's eyes with maniacal interest.

Hyunjin: "This bastard is to blame, he talks too much, and from his memories, I see he did it without a twinge of conscience and fear." he hissed, enjoying his power.

You didn't have time to think. The body rushed forward of its own accord. "Stop it!" Your scream cut through the silence.

You're clutching Hyunjin's wrist. In that very second, something happened that no one in this Academy had ever seen. Your skin worked like a mirror: Hyunjin's paralyzing impulse, touching you, did not find an entrance and ricocheted back into the host.

Hyunjin froze. His eyes widened, his muscles stiffened, and his grip loosened. The poor guy collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, and the "king of the school" remained standing like a pillar of salt, amazed by his own magic.

You pulled your hand away in fright, realizing what you had just done. Hyunjin slowly "thawed out" with a creak. His body was still shaking from the residual paralysis, and his gaze... his gaze burned with such hatred that the air around him began to vibrate. He tried to read your mind and understand you, but in your head, like static on a radio, his inner voice broke through: "I will destroy you... I'll grind this stuff to powder as soon as I figure out what it is..."

Hyunjin shook his head sharply. Your presence in his thoughts was like static electricity — it irritated and confused the settings of his ideal mental control. He took a swift step forward, reducing the distance to a minimum. He loomed over you like a dark, oppressive shadow; he smelled of ozone and cold metal, but he didn't touch you— as if he was afraid to "burn himself" against your emptiness again.

His friend, sensing something was wrong, quickly grabbed Hyunjin by the elbow and literally pulled him aside, leading him away. The crowd of onlookers slowly began to disperse, leaving you alone in the middle of an empty ground. The silence around them seemed ringing and hostile.

After a while, you went to the academy building. When you entered the classroom, you felt the conversations subside, replaced by a poisonous whisper. When you passed by the rows, Hyunjin, sprawled out in his seat, lazily stuck out his leg. It was done so technically and on time that you almost fell to the floor, managing to grab the edge of the nearest desk at the last moment.

But there was no support. The girl sitting at this table abruptly, with a grimace of disgust, pushed your hand away and immediately began furiously wiping the surface with a napkin, as if you were a carrier of a deadly virus.

"Even here..." — a bitter realization burned inside. In the human world, you were a witch, in the world of magicians, you are a defect that consumes their essence. You found an empty seat in the very last row, trying to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible.

The silence was interrupted by the rustle of paper. Hyunjin, without turning around completely, but only slightly turning his head in profile, accurately launched a tightly balled ball at you. The shell hit you right in the shoulder.

Hyunjin: "Hey, you!" he muttered. His voice, velvety and low, echoed clearly through the hushed classroom. "Don't relax. No one is happy to see you here. We can feel you."

A wave of laughter swept through the audience. Hyunjin bit his lip, looking at you over his shoulder with undisguised superiority.