Step by step, Snow's quiet, slightly echoing footsteps resonated through the empty, dimly lit halls of Killian Hall.
The click of her polished heels against the polished marble floor was soft but steady—each step accompanied by a faint whisper of her cloak trailing behind her.
Her blue eyes drifted slowly across the darkened walls, brushing over the worn crests and banners, the elegant architecture of the academy's top dormitory building.
She had walked this path countless times, yet night after night, it felt different—heavy, like she was moving through a memory.
As her gaze lingered on the stairwell that led to the second floor, a faint, wistful sigh escaped her lips.
So much time had passed, and yet it felt as though she were still waiting in the same place.
Due to her duties as student council president, Snow's days were always long and endlessly exhausting.
