After finishing my last bite, I stood up with a soft exhale and made my way toward a place where we could have a proper, uninterrupted conversation—
The Bronze Classroom.
The echo of our footsteps bounced against the quiet walls as we entered.
It was mostly empty and its silence was almost eerie.
The dim overhead lights cast soft shadows across the wooden floor and vacant desks.
Here, we could speak freely—without prying ears and without interruptions.
Just the way I wanted it.
We sat side by side, close enough that our knees brushed now and then. The proximity made it easy to talk without raising our voices. The air was calm. Peaceful.
Except... we weren't completely alone.
There was someone else here—only one other presence.
Zeruel.
She sat alone at one of the desks near the lower section of the classroom, quietly munching on a sandwich she held delicately in both hands.
