Getting to his residential building, Asher moved with the grace of an agile feline, leaping effortlessly and landing calmly upon the polished hallway of his floor. He wasn't heading to his own room; instead, his destination was William's room. Turning to his right, he made his way down the corridor until he stood before a door with the number "4" engraved upon it, a mark signifying William's class rank.
Asher knocked twice, then stepped back, his hands clasped behind him as he waited. A few seconds passed before the door swung open, revealing a round-faced, chubbyl boy, Finch, whose ever-present fat made him instantly recognizable.
"Ahhh… good afternoon, Tenth Sun," Finch greeted respectfully, his head dipping in a polite nod.
"Is William available?" Asher asked, acknowledging the greeting with a brief nod of his own, his tone calm yet firm as always.
