Amon walked toward the door after hearing the knock.
The wooden floor creaked softly beneath his steps. For a brief moment he paused, his hand resting on the handle.
'She's here?'
He slowly opened the door.
Scarlett was standing outside. Her arms were folded under her chest, her posture straight and composed. Her crimson hair rested over her shoulders, moving slightly with the afternoon breeze.
The usual indifferent expression rested on her beautiful face, her amethyst eyes calmly staring at him.
She looked as if she had been waiting for a while.
Amon smiled the moment he saw her.
Scarlett narrowed her eyes slightly. "Why did you call me?... also why did you leave early, not waiting for others?" she asked directly.
Her tone was calm, but there was a faint trace of curiosity hidden within it.
Amon leaned lightly against the doorframe and grinned.
"There was something important that came up. I wanted to show you something… rather introduce someone to you."
