Inside a huge infirmary several beds are stationed in a well maintained order.
Pristine white walls framed the room, and violet curtains draped neatly over each window. The sharp scent of alcohol lingered in the air.
Nurses moved from bed to bed, checking on their patients.
Among them, one with striking red hair and equally red eyes paused in front of a particular bed.
Clipboard in hand, she lowered her gaze first to the chart, then to the name engraved at the bedside.
Leon Valentine – Year 1
The young man lay still on the bed, black hair falling across his forehead. His frame was sturdy for his age, but his body was motionless, and his fists locked tight even in unconsciousness.
"No one came to see him today either."
The nurse murmured, running her eyes over his body.
"He looks fine. No injuries, no broken bones… so how did he end up like this?"
Her thoughts drifted back to the night she found him. Leon had been left unconscious right at the doorstep. All alone.
