step*! step*! step*!
William walked silently through the corridor, the sound of his boots echoed against the ceramic flooring.
Beside him, Seraphine walked with her hands clasped tightly together in front of her chest, her fingers interlocked as if she was afraid they might start trembling again if she let go.
William was dressed in his clean white academy uniform with a few wet patches of tears on his full neck white coat.
while Seraphine's steps were slightly uneven, her attention was clearly not on where she was walking.
Her gaze remained fixed on the floor ahead of her shoes, and a faint blush threatened to bloom across her cheeks at any moment.
The redness had not yet fully faded from her face after the long session of crying and tight, desperate hugging they had shared earlier.
[She is a crybaby host, I advise you to keep some wipes in your inventory]
Now that her emotions had finally settled enough for her breathing to steady, words refused to come to her mouth.
