As Ansel's emotions settled, he gazed at the distorted scene before him, the result of his recent loss of control. Exhaling softly, he murmured, "I should restore this place first, otherwise Seri would—"
His words suddenly halted.
Even without a knock, Ansel sensed someone at the study door.
That person who had lost the chance of salvation, forsaken countless beautiful possibilities, willingly fallen into an bottomless abyss... yet possessed a talent Ansel could never abandon.
"Come in," Ansel said, not waiting for her to knock.
The door - the only undamaged object in the study besides Ansel's chair - slowly opened. The girl in the wheelchair propelled herself forward using shadows, but paused momentarily upon seeing the room's state.
