It was evening, and Orion stood in the center of his room, feeling the emptiness that surrounded him. The space felt larger than usual, stripped of the items that once filled it. He had sold almost everything he wouldn't need for his journey to Dollas Academy, including possessions that had once seemed essential but now served no purpose.
His shelves were bare, his desk free of clutter, and even the walls felt strangely empty. Orion couldn't help but feel a quiet sense of finality—this was no longer the space where he would spend his days. It was just a temporary stop before the next big chapter in his life.
"It's not like I'll be returning here anytime soon. So, it's fine," Orion muttered, wondering if there were any other things he needed to take care of.
"Mr. Ray, is there anything else you want to sell?" A fat man arrived at his room with two other men.
"I'm fine for now, but if I remember anything, I'll contact you," Orion replied, glancing at them.
