Aisha stood in front of the class a little longer, stunned by their reaction.
She had already expected the worst. But there was none of that here.
If anything, the students of Class 7-D looked at the way a child might look at an adult, admiring someone who can never be them.
"Is it true you attempted to kill yourself?" a boy near the back called out.
"I heard you slapped and grabbed your classmateās hair after they gave you a present."
"Did you really bully your sister?"
"Can you share your notes after class?"
Their questions came all at once, and Aisha barely had time to register them. Their questions may have sounded rude to ask a stranger whom they would become classmates, but their tones and expressions on their faces held no malice or intention of humiliating her.
Aisha realized they were genuinely curious.
It was as though it was the first time they met a breed like her.
"Thatās enough." The professor knocked her knuckles on the desk in front of her. "Miss Novalis, you can take your seat. You can choose where you want to sit. Weāll begin the lecture."
Aisha dazedly walked down the small aisle between desks. In two lives, she had never experienced such a bizarre welcoming gesture. Especially from students who had heard the rumors circulating about her.
Instead of the usual scrutiny and dislike of the people she met in both the past and current world so far, they were the strangest kind.
Aware of the eyes following her like crows, Aisha found that someone ahead was waving at her.
"Here! Come here!"
Kane waved enthusiastically at an empty seat beside him, patting it twice as though she might not see it was empty otherwise.
Usually, Aisha wouldāve ignored him and sat elsewhere where no one could disturb her. However, her feet took her toward that chair.
As soon as she sat down, Vesper immediately leaned over from his own desk behind her, propping his chin on his arm.
"I take back what I said earlier," he whispered. "Youāre not being harassed. Youāre the boss."
Aisha didnāt even want to reply.
Vesper retreated, snickering like a buffoon, but he was smacked on the forehead by Sabel, who sat beside him.
"The lectureās starting. Shut up."
The professor on the platform tapped something, and a holographic display appeared behind her. It showed a rotating image of a creature with a distinct armor-like exoskeleton, long antennae, stalked eyes, and a segmented tail. Its skin was mottled black and violet with veins of dark energy all around its body.
"Today, we continue our discussion on contaminated specimens," the professor began. "As all of you should already know by now, every creature pulled from a contaminated zones and planets carries miasma within it. But not all miasma is equal."
She gestured, and the image split into three parts of the same beast, each one with a different intensity of corruption.


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