Looking at the mirror with a towel wrapped around her body, letting the drops of water on her platinum hair drip on the floor while her ruby eyes reflected on themselves, Azalea's mind seemed outside of reality as she stared blankly at herself as various thoughts flooded in her mind, her senses adrift.
She recalled the recent conversation she just had with Russell. A very unexpected connection she made during the Ranking of Exchange that was held as a way to remember the 40th year of the Emergence.
...
The day of Russell, Freya, Amelie, and Amery's return.
"It seems like the Student Council President had something against you."
Azalea, sitting on the chair while her elbows were on the desk, said casually, but with a hint of curiosity to the man with deep black hair and deep blue eyes sitting on a couch in front of her.
