The sun shone brightly on the students of Obsidian Academy as many students rushed into the school's gates.
Obsidian Academy is a well-known school across the globe, recognised for its skills in training students to become strong and capable predators who fight against the monsters that come through the gate.
As the students walk through the school's gate, a young student who looks like an 18-year-old tries to find his way through the crowd of students, his face tucked in the hoodie he is wearing.
"I gotta stay calm... no I have to stay calm….. I can't let anyone see me. I hate crowds."
Tristan says as he adjusts his bag and walks towards the school's gate, but just as he is about to enter the school's main building, a fox boy passing by with his friends quickly sniffs the air, as if he has just smelled something rotten.
"Wait, it can't be, is that..." the fox boy said, as his fox ears stood erect, as if just realizing something; and in response, his friend looked at him with a strange and worried expression, as if something was wrong with him.
"What's wrong ?"
" Dude Is everything alright ?"
His friend asked as Tristan, with urgency, quickly tried to flee from the scene, but before he could, the fox boy quickly caught Tristan by the collar of his shirt and hurled him aside, making sure he landed in the middle of the crowd of students.
"So my hunch was right, you are a ghoul !!" The fox boy said as his face twisted in amusement, and in response to what he said, the entire crowd of students went dead silent and formed a circle around Tristan and the fox boy.
In the past, ghoul's were seen as traitors who helped the demon in the Index War. They were the inferior Version of vampires and thus were considered lesser beings due to the colour of their blood being a regular shade of red, like a normal human, but with a darker texture.
Tristan tried to crawl away, but the other students from different blood races quickly blocked his path and then immediately pulled out their phones and began to record and take pictures of Tristan.
"You damn filthy scum, how are you not dead yet? I thought your kind were erased from existence by the Anti-disorder committee?!" The fox boy mocked Tristan as he removed Tristan's hoodie, pulled Tristan by his hair, and showed everyone. And the expression they gave was that of disgust.
"What those things aren't dead."
"Oh my God i might vomit."
"That's crazy, it's a real ghoul."
The crowd whispered as they wondered how a ghoul was still alive. Ghouls were treated as absolute shit because of the Ranking system.
Because in this world, power is everything, and those below are treated like shit.
And while the other races saw ghoul's as a nuisance and chose to eradicate them all.
Tristan turned around and was about to explain what he was doing, but before he could do anything, the fox boy launched a ferocious kick that cleared out the entire jaw of Tristan's face. All that was left was blood and no mouth or jaw.
The crowd laughed, and immediately Tristan's jaw regenerated and grew a new one, and immediately the fox boy saw that a wicked smirk spread across his face.
"You see, that's what I love about ghoul's they're so fun to torture. The fox boy said as his hand mutated and began to turn into a fox claw.
And as that torture began, the crowd laughed and watched as Tristan was brutally tortured by the fox boy. This was normal, so he didn't say anything and just patiently sat in that position and waited for the beating to be over.
It took up to two hours before a teacher came to stop the fox boy, and even when the teachers came, they didn't actually care; in fact, they wanted to join in the fun. Tristan's uniform was covered in brown blood.
Tristan was treated like this everywhere he went, even in childhood, when he was abused by other races.
"Look's like I'll be taking my leave," Tristan quietly said to the teacher as he pretended to scold the boy and just left.
"Over....and Over and Over and Over again this just won't stop..... I wonder if I killed every race, would that make any difference ..... well, I guess I'll find out soon enough." Tristan whispered as he walked toward his new classroom and stood in front of the door.
Tristan then opened the door and walked in.
The teacher looked at Tristan and then looked at the class.
"Um mister Tristan, you're late for class. What took you so long?" The teacher mockingly asked Tristan as if not knowing why he came late.
"Bastard, you know why I'm late, you even stood by and took pictures of me," Tristan said to himself as he gave the teacher a cold stare, and by doing that, the teacher became infuriated.
"Well, class, this is Tristan, a ghoul who's also an orphan, and he is your new classmate." The teacher mockingly said as he purposely told the entire class about Tristan's blood to make sure they bullied him.
"You can go take your seat in that corner of the room," the teacher pointed to an empty seat in the corner of the room, and as he did, Tristan walked with his blood soaked Uniform to the corner of the room, and as he took his seat, those around him moved their chairs away from him.
"Tonight I will evolve," Tristan says to himself with determination as he looks down."
After the class, the bell had just rung, and then a group of boys walked up to Tristan. They were all golden blood that meant they were elves.
"You come with us," the boy ordered as they towered down at Tristan, and without any hesitation, Tristan followed the boy, and as they arrived at their destination, they were in front of a boy dressed in a royal uniform, and he was also an elf.