Irene sat in her room, her mind a storm of emotions right now. The room was modest but comfortable, much like Ethan's. A bed with a plain blanket, a small desk, and a wardrobe with neatly folded linens.The window offered a view of the maze wall, but Irene's thoughts were far from the tranquil scene outside.She had just arrived at the Academy, a place she knew was fraught with knowledge. But now, her mind was consumed with thoughts of her half-sister, Vil.Vil had always been a looming figure in her life. As children, Vil had made fun of her, ridiculed her weaknesses, and bullied her mercilessly.Irene had always felt like she was in Vil's shadow. The memories of Vil's taunts and the disdain in her eyes still burned in her mind.But now, there was also a new emotion mixed in with the anxiety: rage. Irene clenched her fists while laying in her bed, feeling the anger simmering inside her heart.