The room was big and grand, with marble with a design that shone through the eyes of visitors; a grand chandelier was hanging up on the ceiling, lighting up the whole room; and bookshelves stretched from floor to ceiling, having several different types and genres of books, and had manuscripts and old dusty records in separate shelves.
At the center stood a vast oak desk, immaculately organized—no stray paper out of place. Behind it, seated in a high-backed leather chair, John Topez was writing on paper with his simple yet smooth fountain pen with quiet intensity, his presence anchoring the room like an immovable pillar.
Suddenly, a knock came through the door.
Tap Tap Tap
"Come in," he said upon hearing the knock.
Angelina came to the room with a smile that reached her eyes as she said, "Father, I have done as you have instructed; the results came, and it says Mr. Smith is an anomaly if we consider the pureness of the dimensional energy commoners have."
John nodded as he asked the question he wanted, "Is he dangerous?"
Angelina shook her head. "No, he doesn't seem to possess an exception or highly damaging spell."
John nodded, "Alright, give him the code if he comes to the academy."
...
Robert opened his eyes, and he saw he was lying in a soft bed. He got up and saw that he wasn't in his room. The room was neither too big nor too small. Robert got up and saw that the quality of things in this room was superior to his.
He walked around the room and saw a note on the table.
"The box you brought here was meant to be delivered to my family, right? It's been submitted, although I didn't know you also worked for those sly foxes (Topez); however, I want an explanation once you come for your night shift in my library."
This surely is a letter from Miss Sidney.
A tap came from the door as voices came, "Mister Guest, please open the door."
Robert walked through the door and opened the door slightly as he peeked through it. "Yes?"
He saw a short girl in a maid uniform who had black hair and wore glasses. "Sir, please have the dress that is required for all guests."
Robert hesitated but opened the door; he took some steps back.
The maid bowed and extended both her arms and presented the dress towards Robert, "Here."
Robert took the dress and closed the door. He took the pressed and neatly folded dress, tossed it onto the bed, and spread it.
It was an expensive black suit with matching pants and a black hat that had a white ribbon and a white shirt.
Robert wore it and opened his door as he started walking through the hallway and saw the hallway stretched in quiet elegance, its polished stone floor dappled with soft light filtering through arched openings to the left. Beyond the carved wooden railings, an inner garden bloomed with neatly trimmed hedges, a trickling stone fountain, and climbing vines that reached toward the sun above the open ceiling. The air carried a faint floral scent, occasionally stirred by a gentle breeze drifting in from the courtyard.
On the opposite side, tall double doors lined the wall at intervals, each framed with dark wood and brass accents. Ivy curled along the edges of some windows, and the distant sound of chirping birds lent the corridor a strange peace.
There, Robert saw a man standing; he was tall and was wearing a white shirt and brown pants as he was folding his hands and staring at the clouds.
"Rain is to come," he said.
Robert, who was calmly walking through the hallway as he heard it, froze.
"Yes, you, Robert." He said as he looked back and saw Robert looking up and down as if judging him, "It's rare to see a sister bring a guest."