Morning unfolded gently over Arcadia Academy, the early light spilling across the stone pathways and casting a soft golden glow over the sprawling grounds as students moved about in their usual rhythm, conversations rising and falling in a familiar hum of daily life. Amidst that calm, Luca walked along the main path, his steps steady yet absent-minded, a half-eaten sandwich held casually between his teeth as though he had been too preoccupied to properly finish it.
Dressed once again in his black academy uniform with gold trims, neatly fitted to his frame, he looked no different from any other day—at least on the surface. Yet his expression betrayed something else entirely, his brows faintly drawn together as his thoughts circled relentlessly around the conversation from the previous evening.
Will that really work…?
The question replayed itself again and again, refusing to settle.
I mean… isn't that a bit—just…?
