Dormitory Assistant
That night, I slept with one eye open.
Of course, that wasn't literal. It only meant I was purposely sleeping very lightly, able to be woken at anytime in case Claire tried anything. In fact, I had set up a barrier around my room beforehand that would automatically jolt my nerves and rouse me from my sleep the instant someone broke through it, and triggered the invisible sequence of events, but as it would seem, my actions were unnecessary.
That was half of what I expected, in honesty. I had already deduced beforehand that although Claire was somewhat of a troublesome girl to interact and communicate with, she wasn't stupid. She was spoiled, sure, but not an idiot. As far as her arrogance went, she still knew that right now, she was dependent on me. Regardless of whether she thought of me as a tool, an enemy, or simply a nuisance, she needed me as her bloody supply for the time being, and so she knew doing anything to hurt me would only backfire on her in the end.