Alina was waiting.
Sitting on a lavish chair, far less than her own, but it was...for police station standards.
She wasn't supposed to sit there. Instead, it was the seat of a man who was now standing beside her, a commissioner of the station.
Due to her sudden arrival, they weren't able to prepare beforehand. So the man had to sacrifice his chair.
It should be worth it, though. He was still wiping his palms on his trousers, secretly but impossible to hide.
Just then, the door unlocked, ending her wait.
A big-bellied man, the director of the academy, stepped inside, shoulders hunched, smiling, but he seemed to have aged multiple decades.
"Please come inside, Miss."
He moved aside, and a tall girl with red hair walked in.
Alina turned cold after seeing her—her hair color and build specifically—as it reminded her of her sister. But then, she looked up, and her eyes along with her skin came into her view.
And Alina's mood worsened.
