The office room was silent, wrapped in darkness.
A figure, cloaked in black, slipped through the shadows and crept toward the desk.
Each step was slow, careful—testing the ground for traps or alarms.
They had entered through the window that faced the back of the academic block, choosing the perfect moment—when the guards were changing shifts and every student had returned to their dorms.
They knew how dangerous this was. But it had to be done.
Creak
The sound made their heart jump. They froze, biting their lip, staring into the darkness. Nothing moved. Nothing stirred.
Maybe it was fine. Maybe they were overreacing—
"Ah!"
The cry slipped out as a hand suddenly clamped over their mouth. Something cold and sharp pressed against their neck.
A breath brushed their ears.
"I'm surprised," a low voice whispered.
The person stiffened.
That voice—she knew it too well.
Adrian let out a quiet sigh, almost disappointed rather than angry.
