In the early light of dawn, as the sun's first rays pierced the twilight and cast their glow upon the Saint Grace Royal Academy, there was a structure in a secluded corner that might hardly be defined as a house.
Surrounded by overgrown weeds and long-untamed trees, its roof shingles and walls were ragged and windblown. Yet, despite its dilapidation, it still stood.
Not far from the luxurious dormitories, the picturesque plazas for leisure, and the student cafeterias, this "house" could be reached by a small, weed-choked path.
The stark contrast to its surroundings couldn't help but evoke a sense of melancholy.
Indeed, it was within the bounds of the academy that this seemingly collapsing house was now stirring to life.
The windows opened gently, releasing long-accumulated dust into the air, shimmering in the sunlight. Idiot waved away the dust and withdrew from the window.
