[Professor Seraphina's Residence - Night]
Damian entered Seraphina's on-campus house and immediately sighed at the familiar chaos.
Clothes scattered across furniture. Papers strewn on every available surface. Empty coffee cups forming small towers on the side tables.
Combat gear mixed with civilian clothing in piles that seemed to follow no organizational logic.
'Some things never change.'
Seraphina emerged from her bedroom wearing casual clothes and gestured toward the couch.
"Sit. We need to talk."
Damian cleared a space on the couch, moving aside what looked like tactical reports mixed with student essays, and sat down.
Seraphina ignored his pointed look at the mess, settling into the chair across from him.
Her violet eyes became serious, her entire demeanor shifting from casual instructor to military general.
"You know I hold the rank of General in the military, correct?"
Damian nodded, already knowing her background from previous conversations.
