The Weakest First-Year Who Returned to the Past

Gaeul woke up back in her first-year dorm with her hammer in hand and years of memory still burning behind her eyes. The same desk held her sibling’s old club room key, and the lost-and-found box still kept the borrowed dictionary with that tiny tear she never repaired. She knew exactly which classmates would crack, which ones had hidden talent, and which teacher had trained her for a lie that ruined her first life. She also knew why her bronze bowls rang the way they did when struck. That sound had been used to invite things into the world. Now she had to keep acting weak while she learned how to use the truth in her hands. The person she trusted most once taught her how to serve a monster.