Clandestine.

Only now did he notice.

The elf had both his legs amputated.

'What happened to him?'

Akamir wondered, staring at the man as he stared back at him.

The woman's eyes narrowed at Akamir's tone. "This isn't a student area. Leave. Now."

But Akamir didn't budge.

His gaze remained fixed on the elf in the wheelchair—pale skin like polished marble, long blonde hair braided over one shoulder, eyes that burned with wisdom… and exhaustion.

The elf stared back without blinking.

"…His condition doesn't look good," Nayomi whispered, her voice suddenly low. "He is suffering from some kind of disease."

Akamir quietly nodded as he turned upside down in zero gravity.

"What is this crystal thing?" Akamir asked, glancing at the woman.

The woman didn't answer. "You're not supposed to be here."

"No one told me not to be," Akamir replied calmly. "Maybe next time try a sign."

The tension in the room thickened.