Prologue

It was 6 pm on a Friday and a long tired groan could be heard coming from the teacher's lounge. The owner of this groan was a teacher 5'10 in height wearing an old worn-down suit and tie. His most distinguishing feature his spikey hair.

His name was Kamijou Touma.

Despite what some would think Kamijou was actually a teacher. Specializing in Philosophy and Debate and was seen as being one of the better teachers as some would say. Though at this moment he did not look it.

He currently adorned a worried expression and a hand supporting his forehead.

"How did it end up like this" He lamented

There was no one around to hear his sorrow as all of the students had currently left and most of the teachers had gone home or out for drinks so he was stuck alone with a sizeable amount of tests to mark.

If that was all it was he wouldn't have complained but another matter was the cause of his worry. One of his students hadn't shown up to class in weeks and it was his job to go check on them.

Normally this would have been someone else's job but since Kamijou was on good terms with almost all the students the principal had roped him into this. He wanted to refuse but a small part of his brain said no. if his student was genuinely in some sought of predicament and not just skiving cause they found school boring, he would never forgive himself. He would have failed as a teacher.

It was this type of thinking that had caused Kamijou to solve so many incidents in the past. Even now there were still widespread rumors of a teacher single Handley fighting off the likes of skill out and rogue espers.

Kamijou hung his head in exhaustion and got up. He had put off this visit for long enough. He got up and packed the tests and lesson plans into his suitcase to mark later. He grabbed the paper and with the name Akira Suzuki it was a printout of his records and it also contained the address he lived in district 7 in a boys dorm.

Kamijou left the teacher lounge and made his way to his car. It usually took a good while to get it up and running but the universe seemed to be smiling upon him today as it was simple as turning the ignition and he was off. He felt a chill go down his spine every time without fail when he experienced good luck it would be repaid in misfortune 10 fold.

Kamijou shook off this feeling and drove to the boy's dorm.

He arrived at his destination he closed his car door and walked up to the dorm. Suzuki was supposed to be on the 4th floor. Kamijou looked to the elevator to find an out-of-order sign.

He sighed

"Stairs it is then" He muttered

Kamijou made his way up the stairs. As he got higher the air seemed to feel heavier as if it was forcibly exerting a force upon him. Kamijou picked up the pace slightly and reached the 4th floor he looked for door number 13 and quickly found it.

Kamijou silently activated teacher mode and gently knocked on the door.

No response.

He knocked again slightly louder no response.

Kamijou knocked on the door with great force to the point it sounded like he was fighting it.

Still no response.

Kamijou thought he just wasn't home and that he should come home another time but something told him otherwise.

I wasn't just the air. It was the lack of life to the place that seemed empty.

Everything felt off to him. Kamijou looked around and saw nothing. He gently placed his hand on the door handle, it was open, Just as he was about to open the door a blur appeared in his peripheral vision.

Kamijou immediately pivoted to the side to avoid the incoming attack from the blur. The knife just barely missed him.

"Heh, those are some pretty fast reflexes for a teacher" The blur commented

The voice was feminine but that was all Kamijou could make out. the figure was covered in a veil of darkness that made it impossible to see through.

"Are you Anti-skill or something? No even if you were you wouldn't have been able to dodge that. Well it doesn't matter"

The shadowy figure disappeared from view.

"Wha-!"

Before kamijou could finish he felt a sharp pain concentrated in his back. He was stabbed. before he could fully process the information a heavy impact sent him stumbling forward.

Kamijou turned around to look get a good look at his attacker she was no older than 16 and wore a tight-fitting crop top covered by a denim jacket. She pulled out another knife from her holster and licked her lips.

That had just been a warm-up the true fight was about to begin.