The morning sun beat down on the college courtyard, a stark contrast to the chilling nightmare Iris Fontaine had just woken from. She stood near the main gates, adjusting her glasses, her gaze fixed on the spot where the black car had disappeared into traffic.
She had seen them. Franz and Zane. Getting into a car with a group of men.
A shiver crawled up her spine. The scene was terrifyingly identical to the start of her dream where the void like being observes Franz and then —the Golden Knight and the Silver Lord being . She shook her head, forcing the irrational thought away. 'Stop it, Iris. You read too many fantasy novels. Franz looked… calm. He probably knew them. Family or friends maybe ?'
She rationalized it, burying the unease under layers of logic, but the feeling lingered like a bad taste.
"Iris! Over here!"
She turned to see Lena, Celeste and Emphera waving at her near the notice board. Pushing the worry down, she walked over to join them.
