After bribing—eh, reaching a mutual understanding with the teacher, Fenrir finally left the teacher's lounge.
He tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling oddly light despite being three million credits lighter. Honestly, it was worth it.
No more lectures, no more attendance hounding, and he could focus on what actually mattered.
He was barely past the first hallway when he stopped.
A strange, lingering presence trailed behind him.
Faint. Subtle.
But definitely there. His instincts sharpened, honed by dungeon combat and more than a few assassination attempts in his past life. Someone was nearby, trying not to be seen.
He considered walking away. He really did.
His logical brain screamed at him not to get involved. But curiosity—it always won.
And so, against his better judgment, Fenrir cloaked his presence using an artifact, pressed close to the shadows, and followed the barely perceptible movement down the halls.
It didn't take long to spot them.
Dain and Elaine.
