MORGAN
I wake up the next morning and promptly get ready for school. Once I'm done preparing, I immediately walked out of the room Valerian greeted with me his usual enigmatic smile that can launch a thousand ship. He was already sitting at the table, sipping his morning coffee.
"Good morning, Morgan."
"Good morning, Valerian," I respond, taking a seat across from him. The scent of coffee fills the air, creating a comforting backdrop to the mysterious atmosphere that lingers between us.
He leans back in his chair, studying me with an intensity that feels both unnerving and intriguing. "Did you sleep well?"
"As well as one can in unfamiliar surroundings," I reply, my words carefully chosen.
He chuckles, a sound that carries a hint of amusement. "You'll get used to it. This place has
