NOVA
My breath hitches in my throat the instant I come face-to-face with him. Master Belmont. He beams at me, his olive green eyes crinkling at the corners. This dude spooks me out in more ways than one. And I'm still not sure why. He steps aside, gesturing into the office.
"Make yourself comfortable," he tells me, and I glance behind me to make sure nobody had followed me. And that's when I see the blur of movement a little distance away. My best bet is that my infamous stalker had tracked me here. But that doesn't matter. Not when I have made up my mind to get answers from the headmaster.
I mean...what's the worst thing that could happen?
Slowly, I step into the office, which is surprisingly cozy. The air smells of cinnamon, and everything is meticulously arranged. It definitely does
