The night breeze was cool as Amon walked through the quiet hallway of the dormitory building. Most students were already resting, lights from their rooms dim or gone completely.
His footsteps echoed softly.
He stopped in front of a door with a silver nameplate. Arnold Bigod.
Amon smirked. 'Time to collect the payment.'
There was a little anger on his face.
He raised his hand and knocked.
Knock. Knock.
No answer.
"Oi, Arnold. Open the door. It's me."
There was a short pause before he heard movement inside, the sound of something being dragged, then footsteps.
Click,
The door opened slightly. Arnold stood there, wearing his casual black shirt and trousers, his blue eyes narrowing at Amon. His expression was tired but still held that same sharp arrogance.
"What do you want?" Arnold asked flatly.
Amon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
