Azrael's POV
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7:12 PM, Dean's office.
"Yes, sir," Professor Amelia muttered into a phone, back facing the Dean's desk. "I've checked in on the assigned observers watching Miss Bloodoak. They've withdrawn with Luna Queen Odessa around."
She got to the door, glancing back at the office one last time before flicking the light switch on the wall off. "I'm on my way outside now, sir."
As she stepped out and shut the door behind her, silence dropped in the office.
Just for a moment.
Then—shadows shifted, a small breeze blowing through the room despite the window being closed. The seat behind the Dean's desk spun, darkness peeling away to reveal none other than Azrael.
"That wasn't suspicious at all," he got on his feet.
He had slipped into this office a few minutes ago, after spending an hour keeping track of the Dean and his movements.
To most students, it might seem like all the man did all day was sit in his office and occasionally come out to punish the unruly ones.
