The rain had stopped by the time I left the academy.
I sat in the back seat of the car, fingers tapping against my knee as the city lights passed by the window in blurred streaks.
I'd waited longer than I should have hoping the invite would appear somehow.
Maybe an owl, a crow, or some sort of spirit messenger.
That's how these secret organizations liked to do things, right?
But nothing came...not even a trace of magic.
I sighed.
"Am I supposed to go somewhere specific?"
I muttered to myself.
Without the original body's full memories, I couldn't even be sure where or how the Black Pilgrimage was supposed to contact me.
The thought alone made my head ache.
Frustration began to build inside me... a restlessness that wasn't entirely mine.
I could tell it was one of this body's character traits taking effect and surfacing again.
The real Noel Saint Grenn had been a punctual man very strict with time.
The kind of person who'd rather die than arrive late to a meeting.
