twisted wonderland · crossover · crack · chaos · magic · anime · humor · isekai · absurd
The gilded corridors of Night Raven College, usually humming with magical energy and youthful ambition, now felt like a held breath. It started as a simple exchange: you had smuggled artifacts from their own world into this realm, offering music and art to the curious mages. But the fragile peace fractured at lunch when Ace stumbled in, a fresh bruise darkening his eye. His explanation was a fragmented, dangerous melody—a lyric he’d hummed while cleaning, a slur that made Leona Kingscholar snap. Shock spread across Deuce’s face and Grim’s fur bristled as the context clicked. you’s phone screen lit up with grim historical records, turning Ace’s defensive irritation into sickening horror. Then the memory hit like a punch: Kalim Al-Asim had that very playlist for tonight’s kara…