THE INTERLUDE 1
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How does one measure strength?
In Wisiria, they do so through education and magic.
However, maybe there’s an alternative way to show one’s strength.
Perhaps through silence? Maybe through cautiousness?
Maybe even one’s emotions?
Would that be enough?
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The night was always filled with silence. He found it calming, but at the same time terrifying. Every now and then, the students are reminded to be alert, especially when it comes to sound. He isn’t the type to go out like this so often, he actually preferred to stay in his room and focus on studying, but he was restless tonight. He wouldn’t be able to sleep without getting an answer.
And so he roamed out of the dormitory and found himself walking through the school halls, feet stepping into the cool, dark hues of the ground from the night. He walked slowly, trying his best to soften the noises from his steps. The school had explicitly stated that leaving the dorm room after curfew has a penalty. It’s already way past curfew of ten in the evening. During this time, guards were scattered throughout the campus, moving silently like a predator hunting its prey.
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But maybe it was better this way.
Through the silence, there is an answer.
Because he could hear someone else’s footsteps down the hall. He pauses, covering his mouth from making any noise. Every part of his body shakes as the footsteps grow near. He desperately presses his hand against the wall to find anything, and he couldn’t be more grateful than to feel a door knob.
Quickly, he twists the knob and pushes the door open slowly, moving inside the dark room and closing the door just as slowly. He silently prayed that whoever was down the hall didn’t hear the door creak. However, he felt that it was too unrealistic of a hope. Of course whoever was down the hall heard it. In the end, he presses his head against the door, lowering his gaze as a sign of defeat.
So he could only brace himself in the pure darkness. It was like he was closing his eyes, but he was not. The room he was inside of is pitch black after all.
He raises his head and moves silently in the dark, pressing his body against the wall beside the door. He positioned himself on the side where the door swings open so he could hide behind it. He sinks his body to the floor, covering his mouth.
Creeaakk…
They were here.
He sees light peek into the room as the door opens. He sees a dark shape on the ground, a tall, looming shadow. With a deep voice, the person who opened the door said, “I know you’re in here.”
“...” He doesn’t reply.
“...Come out.”
“...”
“I’m counting to three…One, two…”
“...”
“Three.”