Road to Damne Academy.

Haruko huffed and turned back to Muroi with a desperate look. “Do you remember how you used to try and bite the neighbor’s hand when you were tired? He was a werewolf too! You seriously thought biting him would give you energy.”

(Here we go again.) Muroi rolled her eyes. (She always brings up stories of my childhood—and she won’t stop until she gets what she wants.)

...

Chapter 2: Road to Damne Academy

"...I was just a kid back then," Muroi muttered.

“And what about the time you craved human blood and bit yourself because you smell like one? You bit so deep we had to rush you to a top-class witch for healing!”

“That’s your fault for starving me! How could you forget to collect the blood and leave it in the mail?”

[In this world, human blood is collected and distributed by the government to werewolves and vampires. Humans receive rewards for their donations, which keep both vampires and werewolves under control.]

“That’s beside the point,” Haruko said, brushing her off. “Anyway, remember that other time when you—”

“Okay, okay! Enough! I’ll go.”

“Thank you, Muroi-chan!”

Haruko patted Muroi’s head like she was still a little girl.

“Don’t treat me like a kid!”

(After all that nagging, I finally submitted my Afteradmission documents and completed the survey.)

(The acceptance rate is ridiculously low. I thought it was impossible to get in—but somehow, I made it.)

A Few Days Later

“Goodbye, Muroi-chan!” Haruko called cheerfully.

“Bye, Mom,” Muroi replied with a sigh.

“Please, please don’t cause any trouble on your first day! I’m begging you.”

“I’ll try not to, Dad.”

Minoto narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean try? That sounds like you’re already planning to!”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, Dad,” Muroi mumbled, waving him off.

Present Day

huff huff

(I thought walking to school would be refreshing... Guess not.)

Just as Muroi reached the towering gate of Damne Academy, she heard a voice call out to her.

“Hey! You, over there!”

She turned to see a blonde-haired guy waving in her direction.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you! The sleepyhead!” he said, jogging over to her.

“Excuse me?” she mumbled, still catching her breath.

“You’re the new student, right?”

Muroi blinked. “Aren’t there any other new students besides me?”

The blonde boy grinned. “Nope. You’re the only one who made it this year. Aren’t you happy?”

(The only one?! I figured at least five people would get in... I didn’t think the acceptance rate was that bad.)

The boy continued, “Apparently, none of the other applicants passed the survey or whatever. The higher-ups picked the top five candidates and drew lots. You got lucky, contestant number five!”

“…Is that so?” Muroi muttered, still processing.

“Oh! Where are my manners?” the boy said, suddenly energetic. “Name’s Marit Broar—I’m the vice student council president.”

Muroi raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the student council president?”

Marit smirked. “Not telling. You gotta introduce yourself first—those are the rules.”

Muroi sighed. “Fine. Kibishi Muroi. I was born in Kuroko City, but my parents are from Miroi.”

Marit’s eyes widened slightly. “Whoa! So you’re technically a Miroian? That’s rare. You’re the first and only one here, y’know?”

“The only one?” Muroi frowned. “There aren’t any other Miroians here?”

“Not a single one.”

(That’s weird... I thought people would be fighting to get in, considering how prestigious this place is.)

~TO BE CONTINUED

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