The dawn sunlight filtered softly through the clean glass windows of restored Class 3-B, casting warm rectangular beams across the polished wooden floorboards of the historic high school where everything began.
Nox sat quietly in the back row at the very corner desk, running his fingers across the smooth wooden surface where faint, faded scratches still marked his old teenage doodles.
A glowing nine-page crystalline codex materialized before him, humming with the gentle, harmonious resonance of the Primordial System.
"The System has compiled the complete chronicle of your mortal journey, Player Nox," the interface whispered in shimmering golden letters.
Nox turned to the first two pages, gazing at the holographic projection of a frail, disregarded high school boy in an oversized faded jacket with dried orange soda stains across his sleeve.
