The room was gloomy, sparse, and filthy. The narrow window admitted almost no sunlight. A wooden table dominated the space, buried under stacks of documents. No visitor seating existed, and the person behind the desk only added to the inhospitable atmosphere.
The dark suit rendered him nearly invisible in the darkness. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, wrists crossed, face hovering just above his folded hands.
His smile was pure villainy, like he'd sold his soul just to perfect that monstrous look.
Scar, Julien, and Purple stood before the insufferable young man, waiting to be judged for three straight duel losses. Luccy's presence didn't escape them, perched in the corner, watching everything with a smile.
Purple calmly took a step forward, hands tucked in her pockets.
