The night is deep and quiet.
"No—!!!"
A sudden scream from a young girl echoes sharply.
Then, in Angie's room at Cooper Manor, the light of the Hanging Wind Chime quietly illuminates.
She dismissed the maid who came to inquire upon hearing the commotion.
The girl, dressed in a pure white sleeveless nightgown, has already sat up, weakly leaning against the headboard.
"Huff...huff..."
Her slender fingers tangle into hair like silk, as she struggles to breathe deeply, trying to calm the fear experienced in the nightmare.
At this time.
The fourteen-year-old girl, who can be considered graceful and elegant, has a forehead covered in cold sweat. Even the white nightgown clings damply to her smooth skin, drenched with sweat from her back.
After a considerable time, Angie barely calms her trembling heart, tucking her slightly disheveled hair behind her ears, she gently pats her cheek.
"Teacher..."
