Reborn as the villain in the game

- The sudden, chilling silence that fell upon the academy was a result of a collective, dawning horror.

- The students hadn't just witnessed an attack; they had been unwitting participants in a siege.

- The tournament, the centerpiece of the academic year, was not the target. It was merely the key, the grand spectacle that allowed the attackers to bypass the academy's defenses and slip inside, their true objective hidden in plain sight.

- Every student, every teacher, and every spectator now understood they had been mere pawns in a much larger, more sinister game.

- The official story, when it finally emerged, deepened the sense of dread.

- The attackers, who had been focused on a specific, unknown target, had been found dead.

- Their mission, it was revealed, was a suicide pact. The potent, fast-acting poison that had claimed their lives was a grim testament to their dedication, a fail-safe to ensure that no information could be extracted from them.

- The academy was left with a chilling puzzle: the attackers were willing to die to protect their secret, and now no one knew who the real target was, or why they were so important.

- The students, who had once felt so safe, now looked at each other with a new sense of paranoia, wondering if the person the attackers were after was one of them.

- Amidst the chaos, a different kind of legend was born. An unknown students, their faces a blur of determination in the panicked crowd, had fought back.

- They hadn't just protected their peers; they had actively engaged the attackers, forcing them to break their formation and ultimately defeated them.

- The spectators had seen their courage, their faces etched with a desperate bravery that had turned the tide.

- But when the dust settled, these heroes had simply disappeared back into the crowd, their identities a profound mystery.

- The students were left with a double-edged legacy: the terror of the attack and the inspiration of their anonymous saviors, whose quick thinking and courage may have saved the real target, whoever they were.

- As the days turned into weeks, a fragile sense of normalcy returned, but it was a new kind of normal,chilling unease settled over us, a quiet dread that no amount of training could erase.

- The question hung in the air like a phantom, whispering in the quiet hours of the night: would the attackers, or others like them, be back to finish the job?

- The academy, once a sanctuary, now felt like a gilded cage. Every shadow seemed to hold a threat, every distant sound a warning.

- As for me and Noah, we did our best to cling to the illusion of a normal life.

- We fell back into our routines, trying not to draw any attention to ourselves.

- We trained with a silent intensity, our movements sharper, our senses more attuned.

- But it was a fragile pretense. We were constantly looking over our shoulders, our conversations punctuated by anxious glances.

- Since that harrowing day, my mind had been a whirlwind of questions, a relentless interrogation of every detail.

- How did they get in? The academy's defenses were legendary, an impenetrable fortress. Yet, they had breached them with a terrifying ease. Who were they?

- Their skills were far beyond anything we had ever seen, their movements a blur of deadly efficiency.

- I guess I had put my guard down on Rose a bit too much.

- Not that I ever stopped protecting her, but I had grown comfortable, complacent in her presence with Allen.

- My focus had been split, my attention pulled in too many directions, and I had failed to see the danger right in front of us.

- But what truly consumed my thoughts was the behavior of Allen. He was supposed to be our hero, the strongest link, the one we all looked to in a crisis.

- Instead, he had been the one who cowered, a scaredy-cat who had completely frozen in the face of danger.

- He was not the normal Allen I saw before. Full of a crippling fear that had exposed a weakness we couldn't afford.

- It was a jarring anomaly, a stark contrast to the character I thought I knew, and that thought, more than anything, terrified me.

- And then there was the most inexplicable mystery of all.

- Why did the main character, a legendary figure in the game, a warrior who knew no fear, suddenly freeze in the face of these enemies?

- It was a complete departure from his character, a moment of weakness that made no sense.

- He had faced dragons, demons, and a lot of monsters without a flicker of hesitation.

- Yet, now against these unknown attackers, he was paralyzed by fear.

- The contradiction was maddening, a puzzle piece that refused to fit, and I had a sinking feeling that somethingbig is wrong with Allen and his unknown behaviour.

- Thus that attack became something even the authorities had never anticipated and couldn't get a solid evidence.