Dion was lying on his bed, dressed in a regular house attire but he was absentmindedly watching the ceiling. This has been going on for a while.
After he came back, he took a bath and entered this strange section of silence. But this silence made him rethink his life after he left the orphanage like it was yesterday.
Sound suddenly came from the door. Dion's eyes narrowed. He slowly stood up from the bed and walked to the door. When he got there, he opened it and saw a shocking sight — a tall girl, her blonde hair tied in a high ponytail and a pinch strands of her wavy hair left falling on one side of her face, was helping the limping Rowan under the evening sun.
Dion remembered the girl. She was among the people who left with the dark sorcerers in their class. But why was Rowan limping and having bruises all over his face? Dion couldn't tell but he had a few guesses.