Kai had almost forgotten her face.
But now, that whisper echoed in his mind again and again.
> "Why do I remember you… from lives we haven't lived?"
She said it with certainty. With sorrow. With something far too ancient for a sixteen-year-old's voice.
---
Her name—at least the one written on school records—was Lira Moonveil.
Transferred mid-year from a place no one remembered.
Not a single teacher recalled signing her documents.
And yet… she was always there.
A phantom who walked like she didn't belong to gravity.
---
Her face was sharp, like a portrait caught between dream and detail.
High cheekbones that could've been chiseled by starlight.
Pale skin kissed faintly by silver—as if moonlight lived beneath it.
Long, raven-black hair flowed like smoke, braided with thread-thin strands of platinum that shimmered with stardust when she moved.
And her eyes…
Eyes that seemed to hold collapsing galaxies inside them—distant, radiant, haunted.
One glance could freeze time.
Two could break your will.
Yet in them, Kai saw… grief. Deep and buried.
She was tall, statuesque. Graceful not like a dancer, but like a being made to move through war and silence both.
Her hands bore the calluses of a blade-user—but they trembled like she had touched too many futures and lost all of them.
---
That night, after the Awakening Ceremony, Kai found her beneath a dying sky.
A single feather floated beside her shoulder, glowing faintly with pale silver.
She stood by the broken fountain, arms folded behind her back, as if she'd been waiting through more than just this life.
> "You saw it, didn't you?" she said quietly, without turning.
"The hidden class. The system didn't show the name. But it whispered to you."
Kai stopped mid-step. The air around her felt... thin, like it didn't belong.
> "How do you—?"
> "Because I'm not supposed to exist here either," she said, finally turning to him.
"And neither is that class."
---
Her voice was soft. Like distant thunder wrapped in velvet.
Each word carried weight, like it had passed through the approval of ancient gods before reaching him.
> "You ask who I am?" she said, taking a step forward.
"I'm... a Watcher's Warden. A tool. A blade hidden in a book never meant to be opened."
> "A Watcher?" Kai asked.
She nodded once.
> "A god, to you. But to them, you're a variable. A question in a story they're trying to keep written."
> "They watch universes like yours—untouched, parallel, countless. When one thread begins to corrupt… they send someone to correct it."
She looked at him longer now.
> "They sent me… to observe you. Or rather, to observe what you become."
---
She reached into her coat. Pulled out something small—a fragment of broken glass that shimmered with stars and runes.
> "This is a memory shard. A glimpse of a timeline where you failed."
Her fingers trembled as she held it up.
> "Your second class—what you call [?????]—it wasn't meant to awaken here. It breaks every law they've written."
> "I've watched it… bend worlds. End them."
> "And I'm not the only one watching now. Others… have begun to move."
She hesitated.
> "The Voidbound Tyrant is one of them."
> "A former Heaven's Chosen… one who took the wrong path. One that shouldn't even exist in your timeline."
> "He's coming."
---
She turned to face him fully, her silhouette framed in moonlight and shadow.
And in that moment, she didn't look like a student.
She looked like something ancient.
Something divine… cracked.
---
> "You don't remember me yet," she whispered.
"But in the life where we lost everything… you were the one who held my hand."
---
Next: Chapter 7 - "The Voidbound Tyrant"