Karma (2)

*

A little time earlier.

On the evening after Charlotte and Jenny had visited.

As I sat sunk into an armchair reading a book, I heard footsteps coming from far down the corridor.

Without thinking, I looked out the window.

I could see the hazy moonlight obscured by the city's smog.

...Who could it be at this hour?

I was the only person being held on this floor.

Crimes didn't happen all that often in the Academy's territory, and noble prisoners were even rarer.

So it was natural to conclude that the owner of those footsteps at the end of the corridor had business with me...