A student who wore the school uniform even on holidays. His chest bore the emblem of a harpy clutching a shield, a symbol representing his esteemed position within the Oxwade Academy Student Disciplinary Commission.
"Where have you been? Isn't it your duty to patrol the market district today?" the soldier shouted at him.
His deep violet hair tousled from an apparent lack of care, turned to face the soldier. His eyes, as dark as the midnight sky, appeared strangely small and lifeless, akin to the vacant gaze of a dead fish. This student bore the unmistakable signs of sleep deprivation, visible in the heavy, dark circles beneath his eyes.
Don't yell, soldier, sir," he drawled lazily, his words dripping with a languid. "I had just woken up, so my head aches a little," he explained.
