Alexander's thoughts about Victor were straying and complex, and he found his mood involuntarily flipping.
But as he was lost in thought, he was suddenly pulled out if his reverie by an unexpected encounter.
A beautiful young female cadet with swaying purple hair like a cascading lavender stream flowing down her back.
She had deep, glowing violet eyes, pulsing with a powerful purple hue. Faint illusionary stars drifted through their depths, scattering like constellations in the night sky.
Alexander paused in place and raised his head, his eyes blinked.
"Alice..."
The female cadet — her name Alice— stepped forward from a corner with a playful curl to her lips
Her steps were lithe. They softly echoed through the empty passage.
At that point, beyond the building of the infirmary.
The sky was painted the orange of evening as the setting sun hung over the horizon in the distance.
