- SERENA -
He’s leaning back in the seat, his elbow resting on the armrest as he smokes a cigarette lazily, yet somehow… sharp. In the dim light, he looks even scarier than I remember, his piercing eyes almost glowing. Turning bravely, I turn the light up until it brightens the room.
There, all better.
“I can’t see well in the dark.” That’s not entirely true. I see everything, just it’s like I'm looking through a red lens and it looks creepy.
“Shut the door and take a seat.” He motions to one of the ones opposite him. I walk to the chairs and sit down, feeling on edge as I perch nervously on the seat.
“You wanted to see me?”
“I’m not one to beat about the bush, so let’s get to this. You were absent from all your lessons today. On your first day back. Care to share? Why?”
Is that irr
