"How was your day, Nyrel?"
The question sliced through the air, and Nyrel's gaze settled on Marcel with a simmering irritation. "Asking the same question won't yield a different answer."
Marcel, unperturbed by Nyrel's tone, continued in his composed manner. "It's been a year since you joined this Academy. Have you managed to make any friends?"
"No," Nyrel replied tersely.
Marcel, seemingly unaffected, scrolled through information on his computer screen. "I have different information, though. Shayna, Emric, Ephera. They seem to have grown close to you."
"Stalking individuals is apparently a lucrative profession now, and quite well-paying at that," Nyrel retorted with a sarcastic edge.
"Monitoring potentially dangerous individuals is a necessity at times, Mr. Nyrel Loyster," Marcel answered calmly, his smile unchanging.
