Succumb to the chaos at Demon Reform Academy, where Dark Veil was born—and where I might die. Dark Veil's plans for me had twisted into something far more malicious. Their intentions shifted from recruiting me to actively seeking my ruin. My powers came with a to annihilate the encroaching darkness threatening to possess demonkind. While dark magic swept through the Demon Capital, I became a marked target—assassins hunted me, laid traps, and figures skulked in the shadows. But even those threats paled in comparison to the longing of my heart. The Fates bound me to five, but I’d only sealed two. To take the next step with the others, I had to understand the darkness in their souls and why it called out to me. This term, survival was no longer about enduring the chaos and pain. It was about evading the dark magic cult bent on my death and embracing my destiny that the Fates themselves wrote.