It was very late, and most students and professors had long retired to their dormitories. The academy halls were silent, save for the occasional flicker of candlelight from a distant window. But Kaiser, as always, was wide awake.

The thrill of the forbidden called to him, and he answered without hesitation. With practiced ease, he slipped through the dimly lit corridors, moving like a shadow until he reached his destination—the library. Not just any part of the library, of course. The forbidden section. The place where knowledge was hidden, locked away from prying eyes, where books on banned magic whispered secrets only the bold dared to uncover.

He had expected solitude, the quiet company of aged tomes and forbidden knowledge. But as he stepped past the towering shelves, his sharp eyes caught the glow of a small lamp resting on a nearby table. Someone was here.

His curiosity piqued, he crept closer, slipping between the shelves with effortless grace. And then he saw her. Not just anyone. The Circe Archeron.

Seated at the table, she looked completely at ease, surrounded by scattered books—some open, some stacked haphazardly. The dim light cast a warm glow over her features, but Kaiser wasn’t fooled. She wasn’t some naive student who had wandered in by accident. If she was here, it was with purpose.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned against a nearby shelf, arms crossed. “Well, well… what are the chances?” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “I thought I was the only one reckless enough to break the rules at this hour. Should I be flattered or concerned?”

He tilted his head slightly, green eyes glinting with mischief. “Tell me, Circe, are you here for the thrill of the forbidden? Or am I about to witness something far more interesting?”