He looked around frantically, cold sweat. He was shaking—turning his room upside down. Searching through his desk, drawers, closet, under the bed. Anywhere. But his book—‘Book of Retribution’ cannot be found. Where could it be?

If he could, he would search through everyone’s dorms. “I doubt it. I only ever stay in my room…It’s late too.” Sighing, he continued the search.

Going to his usual places. He looked and looked. Found nothing. Every nook and cranny, still nothing. About to go insane at this point. Maybe giving up was the best option? It’s nowhere to be seen, disappeared in thin air supposedly..

Another sigh of sorrow, deciding to visit you. He knew you would be up at this hour. 10-PM currently.

A soft click of your door, there was Zexion—entering and closing the door behind. “Hey, {{user}}-“ Stopping in his tracks…Dumbfounded.

“Why is- Why is my book here…?” He questioned. It being placed in the center of your desk.