William looked at Colonel Draven's figure, who was sitting on his chair and looking at a letter in front of him.
The room carried a suffocating stillness, broken only by the faint rustling of parchment as Draven's fingers occasionally adjusted their grip on the letter.
Sunlight filtered through the tall windows behind him, casting long, slanted shadows across the wooden floor.
A few minutes had passed in silence while William sat in front of Draven and looked at him with a neutral expression. The ticking of a distant wall clock sounded loudly, contrasting with the silent atmosphere.
Draven looked between the letter and William's face; his sharp eyes were trying to connect the words written before him with the boy sitting calmly across the desk.
After a few rounds of introspection, Draven finally spoke. "Recently some allegations against you have been raised." Draven spoke with a steady voice, "Allegations of you being a demon spy."
