The stairwell eventually gave way to the quiet corridor of the dormitory floor, the soft glow of mana lamps embedded in the walls casting pale light across the polished floor as Damon walked toward his room. When Damon finally pushed open the door to his dormitory, he paused for the briefest moment.
Someone was already inside.
Near the small dining counter that separated the living area from the kitchenette stood the maid assigned to him. Her brown hair was tied loosely into a messy bun at the back of her head, several stray strands having escaped and fallen across her face as though she had been working for some time. She stood stiffly near the counter, her hands folded nervously in front of her apron as though she had been waiting for him.
Damon's gaze briefly passed over her.
Then it moved away without a word.
He stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him as though her presence had made no difference at all.
