Elira's finger brushed against the rune plate embedded in the wall beside the door.
Click.
The lights flickered on, flooding the room with soft yellow light.
Neither of them were in their academy uniforms tonight. Sera wore a loose crimson off-shoulder sweater that hung lazily over one side, paired with black leggings and ankle boots. Her hair was tied up in her usual messy ponytail. Elira had opted for something simpler—a fitted blue top and dark jeans.
They both stepped inside, expecting to find Lucian.
What they found instead was... nothing.
Just an empty room. And a bed that was completely soaked.
Sera blinked. "He's not here."
"I can see that," Elira replied flatly, though her eyes had already dropped to the floor. There were wet footprints leading from the bed toward the center of the room—then they just... stopped.
"Wait... what?" Sera's brow furrowed as she moved closer to the bed, her boots squelching slightly on the damp floor.
