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I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

The fate of Valtor depended on it. The next morning, I woke up with a restless feeling, like something was about to happen, but I didn’t know what. It was an itch I couldn’t scratch, a tension that wouldn’t go away. I tried to shake it off, but it clung to me, making me uneasy. Needing to clear my mind, I decided to take Luka out for a ride. Luka, my spirit animal, was a massive black lion, bigger than any human bear. His presence was always a comfort, especially when my thoughts were as tangled as they were today. We headed into the Earth Kingdom’s mystical forest, hoping the familiar paths and quiet might bring me some peace.

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It was the promise. My eyes scanned the usernames. Then I saw him. The name. Quiet. Still. No messages. No noise. Just watching. My smirk lingered, but my pulse shifted. Just slightly. Like my body knew something I didn’t. Most men tried too hard. This one didn’t try at all. And somehow, that made it worse. That was when I saw it. One I hadn’t noticed before. SilentObserver77 No messages. No tips. Just watching. I tilted my head slightly, letting my hair fall over my shoulder. Something about the name bothered me. Not the name itself. The stillness. Most people announced themselves with noise. This one didn’t. He was just... there.

Not through silence. But in his own voice. Because this time, he’d rather be hated for the truth than pitied for the quiet

Silence. Vincent blinked into the darkness. He checked the caller ID to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "... Excuse me?" Cassian's jaw tightened,his voice dropping an octave. "What.Is.An.Emoji?" Vincent stared into the darkness of his room, his shoulders slumping with the most exhausted expression of known to man. Vincent: ಠ_ಠ

He dropped his forehead against mine, his eyes closing tight. ​"Not... asset," he rasped. The words sounded like they were tearing his throat apart. ​"Then what am I?" I cried, shoving at his chest with my free hand. "A trophy? A genius you can use to win your wars? Tell me! Because I can't keep living in this silence, wondering if you’re going to kiss me or kill me next!"