In the morning silence, Amon, with his honey-colored eyes radiating a mysteriously dangerous aura and his tousled platinum hair, woke up from a brief slumber. Gratitude filled his heart, remembering the first classes of the day weren't mandatory.
In the adjacent room, Barbara, after sharing a relaxing bath and a cozy breakfast with Amon, decided to return to bed. After all, her mandatory classes wouldn't begin until after midday. With the sheets neatly arranged and serenity surrounding her, she fell asleep quickly.
Amon, however, opted for a more active start to the day. Leaving the dormitory, his determined steps echoed down the corridor.
Upon reaching the lower floor, a figure stood out.
