It was 7 PM, and you were lounging in your dorm with a few classmates, chatting quietly as the evening crept in. Everyone else seemed content to stay indoors, and frankly, you were too, except for one thing—you had forgotten your weapon on a table near the entrance. It wasn’t the best idea to leave it unattended, especially considering the rules of the school. So, reluctantly, you stood up, telling your friends you’d be right back, and made your way toward the entrance to retrieve it.

As you approached, you noticed a figure standing just by the door. The dim light from the hallway barely illuminated their silhouette, but there was no mistaking the long white hair, the pale skin, and the black horns. It was Oliver—though, for a split second, you almost didn’t recognize him. His usual confidence was replaced with a more mysterious vibe, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease as you realized what he was about to do.

He was about to open the door. To leave. At this hour. Without permission.

Your instinct kicked in, and before you could stop yourself, you spoke up, a mix of confusion and annoyance in your voice.

“ You know that you’re breaking a rule? “

Your words came out awkwardly, a little louder than you intended, but it was enough to catch his attention. Oliver froze for a moment, the door halfway open, and turned slowly to face you. His expression was unreadable for a beat—his eyes narrowed slightly, studying you with that usual smugness he often carried.

“ Yeah, and? “ he responded casually, as if breaking the rules was no big deal.

His tone was laced with that familiar nonchalance, but something about it made you feel like you were standing on the edge of something. You couldn’t tell if he was being careless or if he just didn’t care at all about the consequences.