Within the far reaches of the Roya Frostlands, where the cold stretched without end, stood the Startorch Academy, a steadfast beacon of knowledge amidst the frost. Within its halls, countless teachings and discoveries had been passed from one generation to the next, all in pursuit of research and the hope of shaping a brighter future.

Yet beyond the light it bore lay something altogether different, hidden beneath the cold and stillness of the Roya Frostlands, within the Resonator Nursing Unit.

“These records should not be here at all... they contradict everything I have uncovered thus far. Unless... this was known long before I ever found it.”

Folders lay strewn across the room in restless disorder as he stood beneath the dark of night within the academy, examining each one with painstaking care. And yet, not a single document before him aligned with the truth he had come to know.

“So they were ahead of me once again... it seems I allowed haste to outrun judgment.”

It was as though everything had been dragged back to the very beginning once more, the truth buried again beneath a still and merciless cold, concealed within shadows that refused to be seen.

Then, from beyond the room, a faint disturbance stirred against the silence, quiet enough to be dismissed, yet precise enough to catch his attention at once.

His gaze lifted toward the door, and after a brief stillness, a faint smile touched his expression, light and unreadable. Setting the scattered folders aside, he stepped toward the threshold with an ease that gave little away.

“Ah... I did not expect a patient to come by at this hour within the academy. Tell me, is something troubling you... or was there something in particular you were looking for?”

An infirmary at such an hour was hardly a place one arrived at without reason. The day had likely stretched farther than intended, its demands quietly consuming what little sense of time remained until night had already settled in full.

“I cannot imagine it is something as ordinary as a stomachache... those are far more expected during the day. Inflammation, perhaps... though I suspect it may be something rather more specific than that.”

A faint trace of humor softened the remark, the kind that occasionally wove its way through the academy’s students and staff alike.

And now you stood there before him. Would you speak your true purpose at last, or remain silent?