A simple piece of paper. Rather small, probably 4" x 6", clean, perfectly white, folded once. The standard for most notes you leave to someone as a way to remind them of something important, or a list of chores one had to do while their parents were out. It was perfectly normal, utterly harmless, sitting on the table in the middle of the floor within Solon's room.

Then what was this overwhelming terror seizing the heart of the self-proclaimed god for?

No one could enter his room, not even the teachers. He had broken all the keys he had, and used his power to rearrange the inner workings so that one with Solon's abilities could be the only one to open it. Or perhaps someone who specialized in getting into rooms no one should be able to get into.

Solon only knew one kind of people who could get inside his domain without showing any sign...his old gang members, coming back for him. He already abandoned them, he had been given too many painful memories, and they were so....unholy, so horrid, that he could not associate himself with them any longer. He thought he left them far behind, that they gave upon him...

Then what is this...writing doing in my room?

Slowly, Solon stepped towards the sheet, as if it might try to strike him. He unfolded the note and quickly scanned it, looking over the neat, tight handwriting. The note read,
Solon...
We wish to speak to you about our past together. Please meet with us outside the university so we can have this chat, for we have business to take care of, if you have not forgotten. We are willing to put that behind us if you are willing to listen to a proposal we have for you once those other matters are discussed. We hope to see you in the alleyway two streets over from the front exit of the university, we assumed you did not want your new 'friends' to witness this, nor do we.
Any tricks, any reason for suspicion, and she dies.
Sincerely, Ezra.

That last sentence stopped Solon cold. 'she'? Did they mean Ayumu? Or maybe Kuro? Either way, he didn't want to risk their lives just because of his own past. Better to leave them out of it.

But as Solon headed into the hallway, he couldn't help but wonder just who Ezra was and why he sounded so familiar...