PRESENT DAY. SILVER MIST HIGH SCHOOL.

As Lyra entered the school grounds, she was immediately enveloped by the faintest whispers from a distance. As she navigated through the throngs of students, she could hear their heartbeats and even their thoughts echoing in her mind.

With a sigh, she quickened her pace toward her classroom.

"Here comes the freak."

"Weirdo."

Laughter erupted among the students, but Lyra had grown accustomed to it. Following the incident at the laboratory, she had transitioned from being the school's popular girl to its outcast.

Lyra made her way to her designated seat at the back of the classroom, isolated from her peers, as even her...