My Demon Professors Are All Gorgeous Girls

I didn’t remember my name when I woke.

Didn’t remember the professors. The Academy. The shard.

Only a weight in my chest and the vague sense that I had lost something important.

I wandered through mist-soaked ruins, endless halls and forgotten shrines. A reflection in a cracked mirror showed someone I almost recognized.

Then a voice—soft, sharp, familiar.

"You’re late," Lilith said, leaning against a column. "Again."

The sight of her shook something loose. Names returned. Faces. Pain.