Walking into the pitch-black hallway, Lavinia shook the snow from the grooves of her boots at the threshold, preparing to go upstairs when her brow suddenly furrowed.
She smelled a faint scent of blood.
The source seemed to be right outside her room.
Golden thorn vines slowly appeared on her arm, before she headed to her room.
She discovered a young man, dressed as a student, leaning against the wall by her door.
"Potter?"
"Sister Nia!"
The boy's face was very pale, with simple bandages on his body, but the wounds had already seeped blood.
Lavinia crouched in front of him, her tone a bit anxious: "Potter, what's happened to you?"
Potter was the most favored student of her teacher, and he had previously studied with her at the Turin Law School.
The young man's mind was evidently not so strong; seeing this close sister, tears welled up: "Sister, the teacher shot himself."
Lavinia's heart skipped a beat: "What's going on? Tell me in detail!"
