Ezra stepped into his room quietly, the door closing behind him with a soft click that seemed to seal off the outside world. The faint echoes from the hallway faded almost immediately, leaving only the stillness of the room and the quiet rhythm of his own breathing.
He walked toward the table without rushing.
The surface was cluttered, just like he had left it…papers scattered in uneven layers, some filled with alchemy circles, others scratched out halfway through. Books were stacked without care, some open, some closed, and a few crumpled sheets sat at the edge like they had been discarded in frustration.
He placed a bottle of water on the table, then dropped his space bag beside it. The sound was dull, but in the quiet room, it felt louder than it should have.
He reached into the bag and took out the sleeping drug, then he sat down.
For a brief moment, he simply stared at it.
