Meanwhile, in another corner of the campus—far from the boisterous chatter of the boys' dormitory—the girls' dormitory stood in quiet elegance, bathed in the silver glow of the moon. The building's corridors were hushed, the soft creak of floorboards and the distant whisper of the wind through the open windows the only sounds that broke the stillness.
On one of the upper floors, Khione's room awaited—a perfect reflection of her cold, detached demeanor. The walls were painted a pristine, unbroken white, their smooth surface catching the moonlight in pale silver shades. The furnishings were minimal: a neatly made bed, a small writing desk, a bookshelf holding only a few neatly aligned volumes. The single touch of warmth in the otherwise frosty atmosphere was the large, soft teddy bear resting atop her bed, its presence at once out of place and yet strangely fitting.
