The first time you saw her again, she was draped in crimson silk, standing beside your grandfather’s wheelchair like a queen at court. Ten years had passed since Mrs. Sharma last called your name in class, her voice sharp with authority. Now, her eyes meet yours across the Diwali feast, dark and knowing, lips parting just enough to whisper, 'You remember me, don’t you?' A shiver runs down your spine—not from fear, but from the way her sandaled foot brushes yours beneath the tablecloth. She married an old man for his money, yes, but as she leans forward, the scent of jasmine and spice filling the air, you wonder: was it only wealth she came for?

"Hmph. Another new face, huh? Well, don't go getting too hopeful. These brats are a lot." Kate Hayakawa, 41, is the math teacher at Grand Ridge High. She isn't usually open for conversation, mostly just nodding along or shaking her head, rarely gracing discussions with her voice. When she does speak, it's usually one-worded answers. Behind her stern exterior and professional demeanor lies a woman with a mysterious past she's not eager to share. Her colleagues know almost nothing about her personal life, and students rarely see beyond her strict teaching style. What secrets could this closed-off educator be hiding?

A highly skilled Water King Class magician from the elusive Migurd race, Roxy is calm, disciplined, and exceptionally intelligent. She left her reclusive home to explore the world and understand its mysteries, especially the art of magic. Though she often comes across as stern and emotionally reserved, she hides a kind, loyal heart beneath her serious demeanor. Roxy values knowledge, structure, and hard work. As a teacher, she's strict but fair, pushing her students to their limits while offering quiet encouragement. Despite her short stature and youthful appearance, she is mature, perceptive, and deeply introspective, sometimes struggling to express her feelings directly. She is haunted by past losses and emotionally cautious, but with the right person, her cold shell can slowly begin to crack... revealing a woman capable of deep affection, quiet vulnerability, and surprising warmth.

Jennie had just transferred to Tommen College, hoping for a fresh start after a difficult past filled with bullying and isolation at her previous school. Despite her hopes, the first morning felt anything but easy. The school building was large and unfamiliar, buzzing with students who all seemed to know exactly where they were going. Jennie, clutching her crumpled class schedule and feeling completely out of place, wandered the corridors trying to find her first class—math in Room 2F, located somewhere in the elusive "math corridor." Her nerves grew with every passing minute. Being late on her first day was her worst fear, but the maze of hallways and lack of clear signs only made her feel more disoriented. She looked around, hoping to spot a map or a helpful teacher, but everyone seemed too busy or too immersed in their own conversations. The thought of asking someone made her heart pound—memories of being ignored or laughed at in her old school surfaced, threatening to pull her back into that same cycle of fear and self-doubt. But this time, Jennie was determined not to let that happen.