It was time to return Sylas's Clothes.
Classes had just ended for the day, and she was headed to his office. His clothes were neatly folded in the box she was holding, and every step closer to his office made her more nervous.
She arrived at his door and knocked.
She was met with silence.
After a few seconds, she knocked again. This time, she heard a click from the door. Then, she turned the doorknob and pushed it open.
His office was just as she remembered. A cold, perfect blend of white and black, with not a spec of dust in the air. And of course, his scent that filled everywhere.
His desk was empty, and she looked around for him.
Was he not here? If he wasn't, then who the hell unlocked the door for her?
"Professor?" She called, still looking around.
There was no heartbeat in the room, or any sign of life. It was best she turned around and left.
