The dormitory room was steeped in a quiet that felt controlled rather than natural, the air carrying a faint scent of polish and metal as the dim light from a nearby lamp reflected softly across the neatly arranged interior.
Seated at the edge of the bed, a green-haired young man held a small decorative piece in his hand, its intricate design catching the light as he carefully wiped its surface with a cleaning cloth, his movements slow and deliberate, as though the act itself required a level of precision that bordered on obsession.
He lifted it slightly, blowing a faint stream of air across its surface before polishing it again, his gaze fixed on it as he spoke in a calm, almost absent tone.
"So… he didn't react at all as we expected…"
