Chapter 26: Tragic Villian
Chapter 26
The room was quiet—too quiet.
Inside the dormitory of the Blue House, the pale light of a desk lamp cast strange shadows on the walls. Xavier Quinn sat hunched over his desk, a piece of paper pinned before him, hands moving in quick, precise motions.
He wasn’t writing.
He was drawing—a series of cryptic runes and circles that pulsed faintly in the lamplight. Some twisted like vines, others were rigid and jagged like claws. The ink he used was deep crimson, unnaturally thick.
It wasn’t ink.
It was blood.
Suddenly, the doorknob rattled. Xavier flinched.
He snatched the notebook shut and shoved it into the drawer. The blood vial followed with a soft clink as the door creaked open.
Standing there was Ezra Celestrian, dressed neatly as always, polite as ever.
"Hello, Xavier," he said with a gentle smile. "You didn’t attend class today. Is your health alright?"