Ownership of the staff of Estelle 8

'Hmm? It's dark... '

'Why is it so dark and yet so soft?'

I slowly raise my body and drowsily scan my surroundings. Although there's little to no light in the room, the moonlight beside the window casts its shine, allowing me to see a bit.

Scanning the surroundings, the memories flood back. That's right, this is Adrian's room. Is it night already? I fell asleep, huh? 

As my senses fully awaken, I feel a lingering weight—a mixture of weariness and the gravity of the situations I find myself entangled in. 

The room, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, holds a sense of calm amidst the storm that has become my reality.

Why isn't Adrian back yet? I clapped my hands suddenly, and the lights turned on. It's convenient that every dorm room has the same command for the lights. 

I've heard from Leslie that they could be manually changed if you ask the dorm head, but I'm too afraid to call for her.