Bright gulped, reading the name mentioned once again. His mind, a frantic, disorganized thing. But before he could even continue reading the letter, his alarm started ringing, a loud, jarring sound that pulled him out of his emotional spiral.
He clicked his tongue, a small, frustrated sound, before standing up, his body a weary, resigned thing. He carefully put the letter in his drawer, a gentle gesture, and walked towards the portal that appeared before him. The shimmering, ethereal light, a beautiful contradiction to the mundane world of his apartment, was now a familiar, tedious part of his life.
The young man walked through the portal and he was immediately greeted by classical music playing in the background, a soft, beautiful sound that was a stark, brutal contrast to the cold, distant aura of the man in front of him. The man, a cold, elegant, and powerful presence, was sitting on a swivel chair while humming along to the music.
