In the darkness of the early morn, pale mist spilled from the mouth of a middle-aged woman with blueberry hair.
There was a determined look on her face as she muttered repeatedly to herself while walking across the well-lit, red brick pathways lined by flower beds and trees:
"This is for the best…This is for her own good…"
A student jogged past her.
Soon, the middle-aged woman arrived in front of a massive and luxurious dormitory, its walls painted in hues of blue, white, and gold.
She took a deep, cold breath and entered.
The automatic door opened to an elegant lobby. The middle-aged woman, with an insecure smile, approached the employee manning the counter.
"Hello, how may I help you, ma'am?"
"A-Ah, hello! I'm Vicky Snowcrest, and my daughter is in room fifteen. I've come to visit her early because she will be busy later. S-She has a tournament to attend, you see."
"I see. May I please see an I.D, Madam Snowcrest?"
"Sure, here…"
