The evening air was crisp as George approached the modest estate he called home. It wasn't a grand mansion like some of the other students' families owned, but it had always been enough for him. The flicker of warm light from the windows was inviting after his weeks of harsh survival in the Whispering Hollows.
As he opened the door, a familiar voice called out. "Young master!"
His maid, Alice, hurried into view. Her dark hair was tied neatly back, and her uniform was slightly dusted with flour. Her face lit up with relief and joy as she saw him.
"Alice," George said with a faint smile, setting his gear by the door. Typhon padded in behind him, his snake tail flicking curiously at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"I was so worried!" Alice said, her eyes darting to the chimera. "And… what is that?"
"This is Typhon," George explained. "Don't worry; he's tame—for now."
