[Yesterday Night]
The dormitory room was quiet, wrapped in the stillness of late hours as the faint glow of ambient light reflected softly against the polished surfaces, leaving the space calm yet heavy with unspoken tension.
Serena stood before the mirror, her ivory hair drawn neatly into a high ponytail, its smooth strands falling behind her with quiet precision, while her ivory eyes remained unfocused, as though they were fixed not on her reflection, but on something far beyond it.
Her hands tightened slowly into fists at her sides, the subtle tremor in her fingers betraying the storm beneath her otherwise composed exterior, until that hesitation gave way to something firmer, something resolute, as a determined expression gradually formed across her face.
Without another moment of pause, she reached for her manacron and activated it, her movements steady despite the tension that lingered in her chest.
A soft hum filled the room.
Then—
