Night fell over the academy.
But the calm...
Was a mere illusion.
In the students' rooms.
In the hallways.
In the gardens.
Alliances were forming.
And betrayal was beginning.
As for Kim...
He was sitting quietly inside his room.
And before him stood the three.
The scrawny young man.
The short girl.
And the large one.
He looked at them.
Then, he said:
> "Your names."
>
The young man spoke quickly:
> "Kyle."
>
The girl said:
> "Myra."
>
As for the large one...
He struck his chest with pride.
> "Doran!"
>
Silence fell.
Then, Kim nodded.
> "From this moment onward..."
>
> "You are not friends."
>
> "Nor a team."
>
> "Rather, you are a project."
>
The three grew flustered.
Kim, however...
Stood up.
Then, he drew a small map of the academy.
And pointed to several locations.
> "Tell me."
>
> "How many students possess fewer than ten points?"
>
The three looked at each other.
Kyle, however...
Answered hesitantly:
> "More than half of the students."
>
Kim smiled.
> "Good."
>
Then, he pointed toward the nobles.
> "And how many fools believe that strength alone is enough?"
>
Doran grinned.
> "Many."
>
Kim's smile deepened.
> "Excellent."
>
They didn't understand.
But in Kim's eyes...
A familiar glint flashed.
The glint that precedes catastrophes.
> "The poor possess only one thing."
>
> "Numbers."
>
> "And the rich possess only one thing."
>
> "Vanity."
>
Then, he sat down.
> "And tomorrow..."
>
> "We will sell vanity to the poor."
>
Silence fell.
As for the three...
Signs of incomprehension showed on their faces.
But they felt something.
Something terrifying.
As if this person...
Saw something they couldn't see.
At the same time...
Inside the Crowen family mansion.
The old man stood before the ancient book.
His eyes locked onto the picture.
The picture of "Kim, the Black Outworlder."
Then, a young man entered.
It was Ralph.
> "Grandfather."
>
> "Did you summon me?"
>
The old man closed the book.
Then, he looked at his grandson.
> "Stay away from that boy."
>
Ralph was confused.
> "Who?"
>
> "Kim."
>
Then, the old man shouted angrily:
> "Don't you dare cross him!"
>
Ralph froze.
Because for the first time in his life...
He saw fear.
True fear.
In his grandfather's eyes.
But...
What the old man didn't know...
Was that it was already too late.
Because at that exact moment...
Fifteen students among Ralph's followers...
Were walking toward the commoners' building.
Their smiles were wicked.
As for their leader...
He was carrying a piece of paper.
A paper with four names on it.
Kim.
Kyle.
Myra.
Doran.
Then, he laughed.
> "Let's see..."
>
> "How long you will last."
>
And inside Kim's room...
He suddenly raised his head.
Then, he looked toward the door.
He smiled.
A very calm smile.
Then, he said:
> "They have arrived."
>
The three froze.
> "Who?!"
>
But Kim...
Didn't answer.
Instead, he rose.
And turned off the lights.
Then, he sat on the chair.
In the darkness.
And only his eyes...
Were gleaming.
> "Finally..."
>
He whispered.
> "The game begins."
>
*Knock.*
*Knock.*
*Knock.*
The sound of knocking on the door...
Began to echo through the room.
While outside...
Fifteen students were smiling.
Without knowing...
That they had knocked on the wrong person's door.