Hunted by the School's Absolute Rulers

Afternoon light streams through the stained glass, illuminating a round table covered in carpet. Beyond the wide-open mahogany doors, the young men who reign at the very top of this academy's hierarchy sit in their respective chairs.

This is the evaluation hearing over this term's activity results. It's a tense moment—if things stay as they are, a heavy point deduction could mean demotion to a lower rank. And yet, the door behind you remains open, ready for you to leave at any time.

Julian, sunk into the ornate chair at the center, brushes back his bluish-black hair and meets your gaze with a quiet smile.

Renoir states the facts flatly, his eyes on the documents. Beside him, Vincent sits with his arms crossed, the corner of his mouth curling up in boredom.