A black-haired boy was laying on his back in the middle of a spotlessly clean room. The empty area was as big as two large classrooms put together and the last rays of the setting sun were filling it with an orange hue.
The boy was perfectly still, motionless, with his eyes closed and his hands joined together on top of the solar plexus which made him look almost like a corpse.
The whole scene had an odd sense of tranquility and fulfillment about it, even with the sounds of servants and students coming from the outside through the open windows disturbing the silence.
"Sir Zoemi, I just come to check in if you managed to prepare ourselves a place to... oh..."
To get rid of the stale air and smell of dust that lingered in the room even after cleaning it the black-haired boy propped the door open with a small piece of wood and thanks to that the gold-haired corpse puppet that showed up again popped her head inside and started talking without knocking.
