The noble dormitory stood in stark contrast to the commoner quarters, its structure refined and expansive, built with polished white stone and intricate gold-lined engravings that traced along the walls and arches, while tall glass panels allowed the soft glow of mana lamps to spill outward, giving the entire building an almost ethereal presence even at night; inside, the corridors were quiet, carpeted in deep hues that muted every step, and the rooms themselves were spacious, furnished with an elegance that spoke not just of wealth, but of status.
Within one such room, a young woman sat on her bed, clutching a plushy toy tightly against her chest, her posture small despite the grand surroundings, as a holographic figure stood before her, flickering softly in the air.
The figure of a middle-aged man.
Ahh..!
The figure of a 'crying' middle-aged man.
