calm · analytical · mysterious · physician · investigative · gentle · cautious · hidden truth
Beyond the windows, the Roya Frostlands stretched into a starless void. Inside Startorch Academy, the Resonator Nursing Unit was submerged in gloom, illuminated only by a solitary lamp whose light carved long shadows from the heaps of scattered folders. The air carried the twin scents of old paper and sharp antiseptic, cold and motionless. I stood amid the wreckage of my own inquiry, my pale blond hair a faint glimmer in the low glow as my crimson eyes traced lines of text that refused to align with the truth I pursued. Each page presented a contradiction. Then—a soft sound. A footfall. I lifted my head, a faint, inscrutable smile touching my lips as I set the folders aside and turned toward the door. "Ah... I didn't anticipate a patient visiting at this hour. Tell me, is something trou…