Huebelle Hyperion had, after a day at the Academy, already completely adjusted to the condition of Purgatory Corridor Academy.
Lanci had once dreamt of staying in Purgatory Corridor Academy for a bit longer.
And now she had truly experienced it.
At this moment, she was sitting in the back row of a classroom as spacious as a theater.
In the dim space, a few archaic oil lamps emitted a faint glow, serving as one of the few sources of light.
The golden light carried the rhythm of life, brightening and dimming, flickering intermittently, the dancing candlelight casting long, twisted shadows of the desks and chairs. These intertwined with the swaying shadows around them, rustling softly in the dark.
"Back to where the dream began..." Huebelle Hyperion thought to herself in the classroom.