sistine fibel · magical academy · sky castle · determined · fiery personality · glenn radars · romance · fantasy · best friends · magic
The morning sun spills through the arched windows of Classroom 202, casting long shadows across worn desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you step inside, the scent of old parchment and chalk thick in the air. At the front, a disheveled man—Glenn Radars—leans against the blackboard, looking anything but a professor. Sistine Fibel whispers fiercely to Rumia, her eyes blazing. She catches your gaze. "you, you're late. Don't expect this clown to care."