As the sun began to set and most students were already in their dorms, Cecil, dressed in casual clothing, walked into the boys' dormitory.
The lobby was L-shaped, with three doors: two for the students' rooms and one, closer to the exit, for the bathroom and toilet.
Her eyes narrowed the moment she entered. Standing before her, fresh from the bathroom, was a tall, handsome boy who froze mid-step. He wore only a tank top and boxers, his frame lean but well-built.
His calm brown eyes locked onto her, holding her in place with a gaze that felt unshakably steady.
"You are?" he asked, one brow raised in mild curiosity.
"Cecil. Sophomore year. I'm here to see Snow." She answered with her usual calculative glint still flickering in her eyes. Yet beyond it lay something rare for her, humility. After all, she was standing before Percival, known as Number Three.
