The moment the door creaked open, a muted magenta haze spilled through the frame—not bright, but strangely alluring, casting soft violet-crimson light across an endless stretch beyond. The air felt unfamiliar, like something far removed from anything meant to exist in the waking world. But it didn't feel loud. It didn't feel like chaos. It felt… distant. Like something sealed away rather than something breaking through.

Shapes lingered far ahead in the vastness—too far to understand clearly—while the ground beneath that endless dark seemed stable, almost structured, like a place that had once been organized and simply forgotten. Ash-like particles drifted slowly through the air, not falling, not rising, just existing.

The whispers grew slightly closer. Still not clear. Not urgent.

Then suddenly—

Y/n woke sharply to the present.

The capital city loomed outside the apartment window, drowned in weak sunlight and faint glowing barrier sigils. Life moved as it always did below—trains and magic steam powered automobiles running, the distant click-clack of horse drawn carriages, lights shifting between districts, people continuing their day without pause or fear. In the dark and unaware.

Recruitment bells echoed faintly through the streets below.

Another dream. Another glimpse of the door Y/n could never fully remember.

And today—

The company Intake began.