The wind moved quietly across the highest tower of Skygate Academy.
From that height, the entire campus stretched out like a living map—training grounds, dormitories, lecture halls, and distant forests blending into one vast landscape of structured discipline.
Alice stood near the edge, her posture straight, her expression calm.
But her mind… was not.
Ever since returning from the ruins, something had felt off.
Not wrong.
Not dangerous.
Just… incomplete.
Like a memory that refused to surface.
And now—
Someone had come asking about it.
She turned slowly, her sharp eyes locking onto the man standing behind her.
A reporter.
At least—
That's what he claimed.
"I'd like to ask you a few questions," he said politely, offering a small smile.
His tone was warm.
Approachable.
But something about him felt… empty.
Not weak.
Not threatening.
Just… hollow.
The girl didn't lower her guard.
"What do you want to know?" she asked calmly.
