The sound of the door clicking open caught the attention of both the district master and Oscar, turning their gaze toward the entrance.
"Who's there?" Oscar demanded, his voice tinged with irritation.
"I thought I made it clear that I wasn't to be disturbed," the district master said, pivoting to face Oscar with a flash of anger in his eyes.
"I told them, just like you ordered," Oscar responded, his confusion evident.
Who could be so bold as to ignore his directive and interrupt them? The question gnawed at the district master, his thoughts swirling in bewilderment.
The door swung wide to reveal a young man, about 17, with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes—it was Ethan.
The sight of Ethan left both Oscar and the district master stunned; neither had anticipated such an individual appearing before them.
"Kid, what are you doing here? Did you lose your way?" Oscar blurted out, his astonishment overriding his reason.
