The early morning light filtered softly through the tall windows of Damon's dormitory room, casting long, pale streaks across the wooden floor as the quiet stillness of the academy settled into a calm, almost deceptive peace after the chaos of the previous night.
Damon sat at his desk, one leg crossed over the other, a cup of coffee resting loosely in his hand as thin curls of steam rose from its surface. His posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, yet his eyes held a distant sharpness.
A soft knock sounded against the door before it opened carefully.
Sahira stepped inside, her movements light and respectful as she approached him, dressed neatly in her maid uniform, her brown hair tied into a slightly messy bun that gave her an unpolished charm, though her expression carried a noticeable hint of hesitation. In her hands, she held a folded sheet of paper, gripping it just tightly enough to betray a trace of nervousness.
