Counter 7: Muffled Noises (part 2)

Seventh day of Sapta’xahr, Wieh’zien

The scent of the moist ground permeates the Headmasters Office. The rain is lightly pouring, sprinkling on the thirsty ground soaking the dried leaves. When cold wind blows it lets a few rain drops into the rails of the window. The headmaster pauses to look at the scenery beneath before closing the windows. He goes back to his desk to face his guest.

Zharyx sits on the couch staring at his phone. He then puts it down the table to face his father.

“Asylum is doing a good job.” He starts reporting while keeping a relaxed posture. “They look rowdy at first glance but each of them is well aware of their role. Even though they all have just met not too long ago… They are quite the terrifying group, I must say.”

The headmaster pulls a stick of cigarette from his pocket. “That must be one reason… They can cooperate well for now, because they can only see the surface of who their friends really are.”

“Are their bonds that weak?”