Night school, the clock was ticking. Merkel finished his business and decided that a vacation would be a prudent decision. His white-gold hair fell over his face, and his body seemed motionless. The man waved his hand, using telekinesis to close the doors and curtains.

After taking one last look at the office, he went out the door, locking it behind him. The basement was clean and smelled damp, but it was just an ordinary laboratory. The school was silent, and the inhabitants had long since fled to their beds. That's all, but not all.

Merkel's eyes detected lively movements behind the beam, in the garden. The man slowly disappeared, appearing behind the one who was making excessively unnecessary noise. “Mortal,” he said in a cold, monotonous voice. His eyes studied her features, and his hands picked up the girl in his arms to bring her into proper shape. “It's after midnight, and you're rustling the leaves here,” dissatisfied with this event, Merkel glanced at the women's dormitory. “For God's sake, what are you doing hanging around here?”