In a dimly lit, empty, close room, I sat alone on a chair, rubbing my sweaty hands nervously.
My gaze was fixed on the materialized hologram across the table, its pale blue light casting a small glow on the empty surface.
Within the hologram, an image of my mother appeared, her features flickering slightly in the holographic light, but her silver hair and emotionless grey eyes were easily noticeable.
It had been more than five minutes since her hologram appeared, and for the whole time, she had been ignoring me, focusing on her work as if I were not worth her time.
"Mother," I breathed, having waited long enough. My voice was barely above a whisper.
"....How many days has it been since you arrived at the academy?" She asked without looking at me, her voice as emotionless as always.
"Six... days," I replied, my leg tapping anxiously on the ground as I struggled to contain my nervousness.
