The system buzzed inside the old estate. Damon stood before a mirror surrounded by digital interfaces.
[SYSTEM TOOL ACQUIRED: CHAMELEON AVATAR — COMPLETE IDENTITY TRANSFORMATION]
His voice calm, but crackling with quiet fire.
"It's time they saw me. Up close."
He typed in the name.
Grayson Lysander.
New face. New form. Same power beneath.
As the light swallowed him…
[DISGUISE ACTIVATED.]
Location: Avalon Elite Academy – Morning, Main Entrance
It was a quiet Thursday.
The kind where nothing was supposed to happen.
And then—he arrived.
Scene: The First Glimpse
Black slacks. Snow-white shirt, sleeves rolled just enough. Jet-black hair swept back with careless precision. Golden-bronze eyes that didn't ask permission—they took attention.
Grayson Lysander.
He moved like he belonged.
Like he owned the place.
Like he had already won.
The registrar barely looked up before handing him his class schedule—only to blink seconds later, confused as to why her hands were shaking.
Scene: The Walk Through Avalon
Eyes followed him from the gate to the main building.
Students whispered.
"He's hot. But… cold."
"He walks like he's about to buy the school."
"Wait—is he new? Why does he feel so… familiar?"
He said nothing.
But every glance, every slight shift in his jaw, every flick of his gaze screamed a message none of them could decode:
You don't know me.
But you will.
Scene: The First Class — Advanced Strategy and Diplomacy
He sat at the back.
Didn't raise his hand.
Didn't speak.
But the professor paused mid-lecture when Grayson finally scribbled something down.
As if the air moved.
As if his thoughts had weight.
Scene: Cafeteria Crossfire
Lunch was louder now—whispers of the supernatural arrivals still fresh.
Then Grayson walked in.
The moment he stepped through the door, the Vales and their table went still.
Caelan turned slowly.
Azra's smirk twitched.
Liora's eyes sharpened.
Nova (under her breath): "Damn. He really went with that face?"
Zeke: "I hate how good he looks."
Grayson passed their table without glancing. Sat alone. Opened a book. Didn't eat.
And yet?
He was the most watched person in the room.
"Who is he?"
"Where did he even come from?"
"Why do I feel like… I've seen him before?"
Final Scene: System Whisper
Inside his head, the system spoke calmly:
[You are now hidden in plain sight, Damon Black.]
[All eyes are watching. Let them.]
And beneath the table, Grayson Lysander smiled.
Just a little.