When Serpens and Lionel suddenly appeared in my room in the middle of the night, I was already prepared for it, so I wasn't surprised.
The windows were wide open, and the cool night air flowed into the room, causing the curtains to sway gently. Outside the window, the moonlight shimmered, spreading pale patches across the floor. The silence was broken only by the steady crackling of the candle on the table — the only source of light in the room.
When the door opened silently, I didn't even turn around. I just tensed slightly, sensing a familiar presence.
Serpens entered first — tall, reserved as always, as if carved out of the shadows. His cold gaze swept across the room, lingering on me. Behind him, slightly behind, walked Lionel — younger, but with the same expression of anxious composure on his face.
Drops of night moisture glistened on their cloaks, and the scent of damp wind clung to their hair. Both had clearly come from outside — and were clearly in a hurry.
