"What are you doing here?" Clarence asked as he shut the door behind him.
"Argh…" Jett groaned, the pressure bearing down on him like a vice, squeezing his very essence. It felt as if every breath was a battle, and he was on the brink of losing consciousness.
The force was so overwhelming that his vision blurred, and he struggled to stay upright, each second feeling like an eternity.
"You're still conscious? Impressive." Clarence's voice carried a note of admiration. "But I still need to know what you were doing in there."
"I was in my office when I noticed that some very special traps I set in a very specific location had been triggered. I rushed over here as quickly as I could, only to find you emerging from my hidden passage. I suppose it wasn't well concealed if a first-year could find it," Clarence said, his tone dripping with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Gosh, I thought you were an intruder."
