The morning air in Seoul was cold and quiet, but the city was already waking up. Cars moved through the streets, students walked in groups wearing their uniforms, and the bright sun slowly climbed above the tall buildings.
Standing in front of the tall iron gates of Haneul High School was a boy who looked both calm and uneasy at the same time.
Kang Jae-Min.
His black hair moved slightly in the wind as he stared at the large school building before him. The school was huge—four floors of modern architecture with glass windows reflecting the sunlight. Students walked through the gates laughing and chatting, completely unaware of the storm that was slowly building around them.
Jae-Min took a deep breath.
"Another school…" he muttered quietly.
This was the third school he had transferred to in less than a year.
And the reason was something no normal person would ever understand.
Jae-Min looked down at his hands for a moment. They looked normal. Just like any other human's hands.
But he knew the truth.
Inside him lived something dangerous.
Something wild.
Something not human.
He clenched his fist slightly.
"Just stay calm… stay human," he whispered to himself.
Today he had to act like a normal student. No anger. No fighting. No losing control.
Because the last time he lost control…
He shut his eyes for a moment, pushing the memory away.
Then he stepped forward and walked through the gates of Haneul High School.
The school hallway was full of noise.
Lockers closing.
Students talking loudly.
Someone running late for class.
The smell of books and fresh floor polish filled the air.
Jae-Min walked quietly through the crowd, his hands inside the pockets of his uniform jacket. Many students glanced at him as he passed.
He was tall, handsome, and carried a quiet but powerful presence.
"Is he new?" one girl whispered.
"He's really handsome," another girl giggled.
Jae-Min ignored them.
Attention was the last thing he wanted.
He finally reached the principal's office.
Knock.
"Come in," a calm voice answered.
Jae-Min opened the door and stepped inside.
Behind the large wooden desk sat Principal Han, a man in his late fifties with silver hair and sharp eyes. He studied Jae-Min carefully.
"So you are Kang Jae-Min, the transfer student," the principal said.
"Yes, sir."
"Your records say you moved here from Busan."
"Yes."
The principal folded his hands together.
"Haneul High is a very prestigious school. We expect discipline and excellent behavior from our students."
Jae-Min nodded.
"I understand."
The principal watched him silently for a moment.
There was something strange about this boy.
Something powerful.
But the principal simply smiled.
"Well then. Let's introduce you to your class."
[3/8, 12:08 AM] SANTI 👳👳 JURRY👳: A few minutes later, Jae-Min stood outside Class 2-A.
Inside, students were chatting loudly while waiting for their teacher.
The classroom door slid open.
The homeroom teacher, Mr. Park, walked in first.
"Everyone quiet down," he said.
The room slowly became silent.
"We have a new transfer student today."
Immediately, whispers filled the classroom.
"A transfer student?"
"Another one?"
Mr. Park looked at the door.
"Kang Jae-Min, come in."
Jae-Min stepped inside.
The entire class stared at him.
Some girls gasped quietly.
"Wow…"
"He's handsome."
"Seriously handsome."
Jae-Min stood calmly in front of the classroom.
"Introduce yourself," Mr. Park said.
Jae-Min nodded slightly.
"My name is Kang Jae-Min. I just transferred here. I hope we get along."
Short.
Simple.
The teacher pointed toward an empty desk near the window.
"You can sit there."
Jae-Min walked toward the seat.
But the moment he sat down…
Something felt strange.
His senses suddenly sharpened.
A scent.
Cold.
Sweet.
But also dangerous.
His heartbeat slowed as his eyes slowly turned toward the other side of the classroom.
There…
Sitting quietly near the back window…
Was a girl.
Long black hair fell gently over her shoulders. Her skin was pale like moonlight, and her eyes were calm yet strangely deep.
Kim Ara.
She was staring directly at him.
For a moment, time felt like it had stopped.
Jae-Min felt something strange inside him.
His wolf instincts stirred.
Danger.
But also something else.
Attraction.
Ara tilted her head slightly as if studying him.
Her red-tinted eyes narrowed.
She could feel it too.
A powerful energy coming from the new student.
Not human.
Definitely not human.
Inside her mind, one thought echoed.
A werewolf…
Jae-Min quickly looked away, trying to calm his heartbeat.
"This is bad…" he thought.
Werewolves and vampires had never been allies.
Their kinds had been enemies for centuries.
Yet here they were.
In the same classroom.
Pretending to be human.
Lunch time arrived quickly.
Students gathered in groups across the cafeteria, laughing and eating together.
Jae-Min sat alone near the window with his tray of food.
He preferred it that way.
Less people.
Less trouble.
But suddenly someone dropped a tray on the table across from him.
"Mind if I sit here?"
Jae-Min looked up.
The boy standing there had messy brown hair and a bright smile.
"Name's Lee Min-Joon," the boy said.
Jae-Min blinked.
"…Okay."
Min-Joon sat down immediately.
"So you're the new guy."
"Yes."
"You look like the quiet type," Min-Joon laughed. "But don't worry, I'm very friendly."
Jae-Min gave a small nod.
Min-Joon leaned forward slightly.
"You know something strange though?"
"What?"
"I feel like I've seen you before… or maybe it's just your aura."
Jae-Min froze slightly.
"Aura?"
Min-Joon laughed.
"Just kidding."
But Jae-Min could feel something unusual from him too.
Warm.
Hot.
Almost like fire.
Before he could think further…
Someone walked past their table.
A cold wind seemed to follow.
Kim Ara.
She walked quietly through the cafeteria, her presence instantly drawing attention from many students.
Min-Joon blinked.
"Wow…"
Jae-Min watched silently.
Ara stopped walking for a brief moment.
Then she turned her head slightly and looked directly at Jae-Min again.
Their eyes met.
And this time the feeling was stronger.
Inside Jae-Min, the wolf stirred restlessly.
Inside Ara, the vampire instincts awakened.
Neither of them said a word.
But both understood one thing.
Something unusual had begun.
Something dangerous.
And somewhere far away in the city…
Under the shadows of Seoul's tall buildings…
A pair of glowing red eyes opened in the darkness.
Watching.
Waiting.
And whispering softly:
"The prophecy has begun…"
*TO BE CONTINUE 🔥🔥🔥🔥