"Let me in."
The voice outside was eerily familiar. Soft. Urgent.
It repeated, just a little louder—"Let me in."
No one moved. No one breathed.
Felix, curled up near the fire, whispered, "Did anyone else hear—"
"It's me! Let me in!"
A different voice. Still familiar.
Julien tensed. "That's—"
Mira's expression darkened. "No."
She wasn't the only one who recognized it. The voice outside? It belonged to "Daniel Norn" one of the noble brats that take pride in his noble status.
Wallace who had been silent until now, finally spoke. His voice was steady, but there was something unreadable in her tone.
"Daniel Norn wouldn't beg."
He was right.
Daniel was a noble through and through—arrogant, entitled, and insufferable. He wouldn't plead for help, not even if he were bleeding out.
Yet, the voice outside sounded desperate. Too desperate.
Felix shifted uncomfortably. "So, uh… we're all agreeing that's not him, right?"
No one answered.
Then—
"Professor… please…"
