The corridor lay locked in stillness. Students were frozen mid-step, laughter caught in their throats, drinks hanging in the air like painted stars.
Even Alex's body refused to obey him, every muscle bound by invisible chains. Only his mind was free, sharp as a blade.
'This suffocating stillness… it's her,' he thought grimly.
The silence broke with a voice smooth, commanding, and impossibly calm.
"Long time no see, Alex… or should I call you Lucifer Morning-star now?"
The air shimmered in front of him, and from the folds of reality itself, a girl emerged—Evelyn Williams.
Golden hair cascaded down like strands of sunlight, her golden eyes glowing faintly with divinity.
Her face was perfection sculpted, every curve refined to flawlessness—a beauty that could topple kingdoms with a glance.
The sway of her hips carried an elegance so commanding that even the air bent to her rhythm.
