*"Ding dong~"*
The school bell echoed through the corridors, shattering the quiet of the early morning.
It was new student orientation day—a time when the school would welcome fresh faces, all talented young minds ready to embrace their bright futures.
**Elite School: All Things** was the most prestigious academy in Surabaya (fictional). No, not just in Surabaya—it was renowned internationally, drawing aspiring students from all corners of the world.
At that moment, Iyuna strolled leisurely toward her classroom, her steps calm and measured. She was one of those new students.
Iyuna was a beautiful girl with long, silky black hair that cascaded down her back. Yet, she was also cold, her gaze holding a thousand untold stories.
Since childhood, she had been separated from her parents. Unable to care for her, they had sold Iyuna to a man—now the head of the foundation overseeing her former middle school—leaving wounds that never healed. Years of torment from elementary to middle school shaped her into the closed-off person she was today. She had run away, seeking peace in a school far from her adoptive father, chasing a breath of freedom. Now, she was under the care of the head of **Elite School: All Things**, a subordinate of her adoptive father, offering her a sliver of new hope.
Iyuna had been placed in **Class F**. She let out a quiet sigh. The lowest-ranked class in the school.
*"Low-ranked" here didn't mean it was inferior to other schools—it was still elite by any standard, shining in its own right. But within these walls, it was the bottom tier.*
Iyuna walked lazily down the hallway, dragging her feet until she reached the classroom. Inside, her new classmates were already seated, chatting and laughing among themselves.
Without a glance at anyone, she dropped her bag onto her desk with a soft *thud*, then sat down facing the window, her eyes fixed on the endless blue sky.
A girl suddenly approached her, bouncing over with a bright smile.
"Hi there! I'm Fyona. You?" she chirped. She had short brown hair that swayed playfully with every movement.
"Iyuna. Iyuna Marge," Iyuna replied flatly, not turning from the window.
"Nice to meet you!" Fyona beamed before spinning around when someone called her name. "Yeah?" she answered cheerfully.
Iyuna watched her for a moment, observing her lively gestures, then glanced sideways—only to lock eyes with a boy who had been staring at her since she arrived. His gaze burned with curiosity.
"What?" Iyuna tilted her head slightly, one eyebrow raised.
"Uh—n-nothing!" The boy, Eid, scratched his non-itchy head and looked away, his face flushing red.
Iyuna studied his flustered reaction for a second before turning back to the window, lost in thought.
When class began, it was nothing but introductions, filled with eager voices.
"You! Your turn," said Ms. Rheina, pointing at Iyuna with her pen.
Iyuna stood up slowly. "My name is Iyuna Marge," she stated, then sat back down, smoothing her skirt.
A male student, Arga, muttered under his breath, frowning. "That's it?"
Ms. Rheina paused, blinking. "W-well then. Ahem," she coughed, masking the awkwardness.
"For today, we'll just do introductions. The next few days will be the same! So… class dismissed!" Ms. Rheina clasped her hands together enthusiastically, flashing a wide smile.
"Yesss!" the class cheered in unison, buzzing with excitement.