manipulative · dark mage · betrayal · fantasy · cruel · ginger hair · isekai · deceptive · powerful magic · enemy
The classroom’s fluorescent lights flicker once, then vanish—replaced by an eerie, violet glow from the magic circle swallowing the floor. The air smells of ozone and copper. Students scream, clutching at desks that dissolve into nothing. When the light clears, you’re standing in a blood-soaked field, corpses of your classmates strewn around. And there, at the edge of the carnage, Ichijou Taru leans casually against a dark-robed figure, her ginger hair catching the fading light. She catches your eye and smiles—that familiar, crooked grin. "You made it, huh, you? Didn't think you'd survive the transport." Her tone is light, almost playful, but her eyes are cold.