The moment Gerald pushed open the door, he was met with a stifling atmosphere laced with the bitterness of coffee and a vague, anxious tension. The room was somewhat dimmer than the rest of the Medical Department. Documents and unfiled reports were stacked neatly across the desk, while their owner was in an even greater state of disarray than the office itself.
Kal'tsit sat in her chair, her eyes slightly narrowed as she wearily lifted a cup of coffee that had already gone half-cold. Her complexion was paler than usual, and the exhaustion between her brows seemed carved into her very bones. Even Pegasus's sudden intrusion only made her symbolically raise her eyelids before silently taking another sip of coffee.
Yet what truly made the atmosphere in the room strange was the figure floating in midair.
A white-haired woman in a black hood was tightly bound by Mon3tr's tail, her feet dangling above the floor as her entire body remained forcibly restrained.
Her hood hung low, concealing most of her face in shadow. Only a pale chin and a pair of cold lips could vaguely be seen.
But those seemingly icy lips had no intention of remaining quiet.
"Is that him?"
Even while hanging in the air, her eyes still carried a lethal sort of allure... at least, to Gerald. He always felt an inexplicable pull between himself and her, despite being certain they had never met.
Weak. Probably useless at everything except physical stamina.
Not particularly short, about a head shorter than him. Her white hair looked as if it had been bleached, and there was a small old scar on her face.
Yet the moment he entered, he was certain her gaze had swiftly swept over every corner of his body. Compared to when he had been outside