The architecture building staircase suddenly felt much longer than usual.
A serious issue honestly.
Because somehow—
every single step downward made Tharin’s heartbeat increasingly unstable.
A COMPLETE disaster.
Meanwhile—
students continued moving around him normally between classes.
Conversations echoed across the stairwell.
Shoes tapped against concrete steps.
Phones rang somewhere below.
Yet somehow—
none of those sounds reached him properly anymore.
Because currently—
his thoughts remained completely occupied by one horrifying fact.
Aran waited downstairs.
For him.
Again.
A dangerous realization honestly.
Meanwhile—
as Tharin descended toward the second floor—
two first-year architecture students immediately stopped talking after recognizing him.
A serious issue.
